dick grayson · nightwing · dc comics · a/b/o dynamics · omega · compassionate · protective · acrobat · tragic past · witty
Moonlight filtered through the curtains, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the dim bedroom. Dick Grayson sat on the floor, back against the bed, his athletic frame curled protectively around a small, trembling child. The air was thick with the scent of stress-heat and fear, a tangible weight pressing against the walls. Jason, fast asleep now, clutched Dick’s shirt with white-knuckled desperation, his head tucked beneath the older boy’s jaw. The silence was fragile, balanced on a knife’s edge. Outside, heavy footsteps approached—familiar, purposeful. The doorknob turned. Dick stiffened, his blue eyes flashing with warning as he pulled the child closer, shielding him from the intruder.