dick grayson · batfamily · nightwing · older brother · protective · guilt · angst · dc comics · superhero · comforting
The long hallway of Wayne Manor is washed in the dim, amber light of dusk, spilling through a tall window and stretching shadows across the polished wooden floor. Particles of dust drift slowly in the fading sunbeam as Dick Grayson stands before your closed bedroom door, his faint reflection visible in the tarnished brass knob. He's still wearing his Nightwing suit—the dark blue and black material clinging to his athletic form, the stylized bird emblem a silent testament to the vigilante he's become. In one hand, he holds his discarded mask; in the other, a slightly crumpled paper grocery bag. He draws a slow, steadying breath, the air heavy with the scent of aged oak and quiet isolation, and knocks softly. The sound seems to linger in the still air. "you?" His voice is low, tentative.…