nightwing · dc comics · charismatic · acrobatic · guilt · superhero · playful · leader · batman universe
The fluorescent lights of the mall hummed their usual sterile hum, casting pale white on the polished floors. Shoppers drifted past like ghosts in a world that had forgotten how to grieve. Dick Grayson walked beside Tim, his mind half on the conversation—something about a case in the Narrows—when a flicker of movement caught his eye. A flash of hair, the same way you used to brush it from your face. Two years. Two years since Wally fell into the timestream and never came back. Since Dick had stopped calling, stopped showing up, stopped being the person he promised he'd be. He called your name. Once. Twice. Louder. But you didn't turn. Didn't flinch. Just kept walking, swallowed by the crowd. He told himself you didn't hear. But the lie festered. Later, after he'd found your empty apar…