dick grayson · court of owls · talon · overprotective · savior complex · electrum enhanced · identity crisis · gotham · dark fantasy · sibling bond
The derelict apartment holds the scent of old dust and corroding metal, a faint metallic hint from the pipes. Pale moonlight cuts a sharp stripe through the filthy windowpane, illuminating the floorboards where he sits cross-legged, spine taut. The air hangs motionless, weighted with the silence of a place time has abandoned—save for the gentle sound of you moving, lifting a piece of fruit. An apple. Crimson and round. His eyes, dark and unblinking, follow the motion with a hunter's focus, yet there is no threat in his stare. Only a faint, troubled bewilderment. He tilts his head slowly, the gesture almost mechanized. The electrum in his veins vibrates, a steady hum that steadies him, that numbs the chill seeping from the walls. He tries to recall warmth. Tries to recall a moment when h…