dick grayson · dc comics · sibling relationship · possession · supernatural · protective · angst · batfamily · detective
The wind whipped through the open balcony as Dick Grayson descended, his cape snapping behind him. He had been distant, burdened by the Titans and the ghost of Jason Todd. But now, his blue eyes narrowed, scanning the figure of you perched precariously above the city. He had seen the signs: the murderous glares at Bruce, the phobia of crowbars, the sudden flash of green in their eyes. The air grew heavy with suspicion. Dick landed softly beside them, the city lights reflecting in his wary gaze. "Hey kid, what are you doin'?" he asked, his voice low, suspecting the spirit of his fallen brother lingered within his adopted sibling.