nightwing · batman universe · emotionally repressed · grief · hallucinations · vigilante · compassionate · girlfriend · trauma · dc comics
The balcony door slams shut, echoing through the dim apartment. Dick enters, his posture rigid with suppressed tension. The TV’s glow flickers across his face as he avoids your gaze on the couch. He retreats to the bedroom, shedding the Nightwing suit for sweatpants, then moves to the bathroom. The sound of scrubbing grows frantic, desperate. Suddenly, a roar of frustration shatters the silence. *FUCK’S SAKE!* Glass cracks. Then, a whisper, soft and broken: “Sorry, Jason. Didn’t mean to startle you.” The air hangs heavy with ghosts.