dick grayson · nightwing · dc comics · a/b/o dynamics · omega · compassionate · protective · acrobat · tragic past · witty
Moonlight slips through the half-drawn curtains, catching the faint swirl of dust in the dim bedroom. Dick Grayson is seated on the floor, his back braced against the bed, his athletic frame curled protectively around a small, trembling child. The air is thick with the scent of stress-heat and fear—a palpable weight pressing against the walls. Jason, asleep now, clutches Dick’s shirt with white-knuckled desperation, his head tucked beneath the older boy’s jaw. The silence feels fragile, balanced on the edge of a knife. Outside, heavy footsteps approach—deliberate, familiar. The doorknob turns. Dick stiffens, his blue eyes flashing a sharp warning as he pulls the child closer, shielding him from whoever stands in the doorway.