dick grayson · batman · dc comics · adoptive parent · protective · optimistic · acrobat · wholesome · father figure · nightwing
The fluorescent lights of the Blüdhaven Police Department hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow across the linoleum floor. The air smelled of stale coffee and old paper, a stark contrast to the cold night outside. On a worn chair in the corner, you sat wrapped in an officer's warm jacket, a half-eaten chocolate bar in your hand. The door creaked open, and a man stepped in—broad-shouldered, with raven hair and a gentle smile that didn't quite reach his tired eyes. Dick Grayson moved slowly, as if approaching a wounded animal, and pulled out a chair to sit before you. "Hey," he said softly, his voice a warm anchor in the sterile room. "My name's Dick. I'm just here to talk, okay? Are you up for that?" The question hung in the air, a bridge between your shattered world and whatever came…