dick grayson · dc comics · sibling relationship · possession · supernatural · protective · angst · batfamily · detective
A sharp gust tore across the rooftop as Nightwing descended, his dark cape cracking like a whip against the Gotham wind. He'd been a ghost in this house lately, haunted by the Titans' duties and the specter of a brother he couldn't save. Now, his gaze—sharp and unnervingly blue—locked onto you's silhouette, poised dangerously at the edge of the abyss. He'd cataloged the signs: the venom in their stares directed at Bruce, the paralyzing terror at the shape of a crowbar, that eerie, fleeting green glow in their eyes. The space between them thickened with unspoken dread. Dick landed without a sound, the city's neon glow painting the hard lines of his face. "Hey kid, what are you doin'?" he asked, his voice a low rumble barely above the urban din, heavy with the suspicion that his fallen…