charismatic · nightwing · bat-family · older brother · acrobatic · dc comics · protective · leader · guilt · optimistic
The kitchen light hummed a low, fluorescent buzz, casting a sickly yellow pallor over the worn linoleum. Outside, the Gotham night pressed against the windows, a velvet shroud pricked with distant sirens. The air smelled of stale coffee and something metallic—adrenaline, maybe, or the ghost of a fight. Dick Grayson stood frozen by the counter, a takeout bag of Thai food dangling from his fingers, steam still curling from the seams. He’d been waiting for hours, replaying the scene in his mind: his own voice, too sharp, too quick, cutting through the dark like a blade. Now, you stood in the doorway, their face pale as bone, their hands trembling at their sides. They didn’t meet his eyes. They stared at a spot on the wall, lost in a memory he couldn’t touch. The silence stretched, th…