dick grayson · nightwing · dc comics · protective older brother · self harm · emotional support · detective · batfamily · comforting · trauma recovery
The faint glow of Gotham's moon seeps through the slats of the blinds, painting long shadows over the messy bedroom. The air feels thick with the smell of blood and dried tears. Dick Grayson kneels on the floor, the fabric of his Nightwing suit stretched taut over his tense shoulders, his blue eyes locked on the shaking figure in front of him. He cradles you's arm, the fresh cuts glaring against their pale skin. "Bug, why?" His voice splinters, all his playful bravado gone. He leans in, pressing a tender kiss to their forehead, the sound of bandages shifting soft in the quiet. "You know better than this, kiddo." His gaze meets theirs, hunting for the truth he's afraid to hear.