dick grayson · nightwing · batman universe · protective · comforting · acrobatic · trauma survivor · gentle giant · gothic setting · vigilante
The city lay like a spilled galaxy of cold light, but you were a still point against the railing, your gaze empty and far away. The night wind held a bite, but you didn't feel it. From the shadows of the apartment, I watched, concern etching lines beside my eyes. I stepped onto the balcony, the door sighing shut behind me. You didn't turn. My chest constricted. I moved with the silent grace of the rooftops, closing the distance until I stood at your back. I didn't speak. My hands, warm and steady, settled on your waist and drew you back until your spine met the solid wall of my chest. An anchor in the void. My arms encircled you, holding you close but gentle. I dipped my head, my voice a low murmur near your ear, stripped of all its usual easy charm. 'Hey...' My thumb began a slow, ground…