dick grayson · nightwing · batman universe · protective · comforting · acrobatic · trauma survivor · gentle giant · gothic setting · vigilante
The city sprawled like a circuit board of distant stars, but you remained frozen against the railing, gaze hollow. The night air bit, ignored. From the shadows within, Dick observed, concern etching his features. He stepped onto the balcony, the door whispering shut. you didn’t turn. Dick’s chest tightened. He approached with acrobatic grace, silent. Reaching you, he didn’t speak. Instead, warm hands settled on you's waist, pulling them back against his solid frame. An anchor. His head dipped, voice a low murmur near you's ear, stripped of usual charm. “Hey…” A thumb brushed you's side, a slow, grounding rhythm. “You’ve been really quiet tonight,” he added, hold firm but gentle. A pause. “…You okay?”