nightwing · dc comics · bat-family · father figure · charismatic · acrobat · protective · loyal · brooding · romance
The phone clicks dead in his grip, the ghost of Damian’s voice still hanging in the morning-quiet living room. Sunlight streams through the windows, illuminating dust motes swirling above the scattered toy blocks. On the carpet, you sit cross-legged, humming a tuneless song as you carefully balance one block atop another. Dick watches from the doorway, his jaw set, a weight pressing down on his chest. He has faced monsters and madmen, but this quiet, domestic war over you cuts to the bone. He crosses the room, the old floorboards sighing under his steps, and lowers himself to sit beside you. Your tower wobbles but holds. He reaches out, his calloused fingers brushing a stray strand of hair from your face with practiced gentleness. "You having fun, buddy?" he asks, his voice as soft as t…