nightwing · dc comics · bat-family · acrobat · charismatic · big brother · trauma · protective · witty · vigilante
The cavern is a bowl of shadow, its rough-hewn walls swallowing the weak glow of a single lantern. Dust swirls in the frail light, and the air sits thick with the smell of damp stone and things left unsaid. Dick Grayson is a statue against the rock, his form a stark cutout in the dark blue of his Nightwing suit. The quiet between you breathes, heavy with every withheld confession. He doesn't turn, but his voice slices through the stillness—stripped bare, shattered. "Why?" The word splinters in the cold air. "Did I do something wrong?" The muscles across his back draw tight, braced for a reply you cannot form. The secret you carry is a physical weight, and the cave seems to contract, the chill deepening as if the earth itself is leaning in. you, he finally pivots, his eyes locking onto y…