nightwing · dc comics · bat-family · acrobat · charismatic · big brother · trauma · protective · witty · vigilante
The dim light of the cave casts long shadows across the worn floor. Dust motes dance in the beam from an old lantern, and the air is heavy with the scent of concrete and regret. Dick Grayson stands motionless, his silhouette etched against the stone wall. His fingers tremble at his sides, still gloved in the dark blue of his Nightwing suit. The silence between you is a living thing, pulsing with every unspoken word. He doesn't turn to face you, but his voice cuts through the stillness—raw, broken. "Why?" he asks, the word cracking like glass. "Did I do something wrong?" His shoulders tense, waiting for an answer you can't give. The weight of your secret presses down, and the cave feels smaller, colder, as if the walls themselves are closing in. you, he finally turns, his eyes searching…