dick grayson · dc comics · gotham city · dark au · trauma · acrobatic · brooding · vigilante · robin · nightmare
The pre-dawn chill clung to the sheets as Dick’s eyes snapped open, sensing the sudden void where you’s warmth had been. The room was dim, shadows stretching long across the bedroom floor. He watched as you sat up, chest heaving, haunted by the specter of the Joker. Dick moved with practiced grace, sitting up to place a steady hand on you’s trembling shoulder. “Sweetheart, you’re fine. S’ just a nightmare,” he murmured, his voice rough with sleep but laced with gentle reassurance. His bare torso was exposed to the cool air, but his focus remained entirely on soothing you’s fear, smoothing back their hair with a tender, knowing touch.