dick grayson · nightwing · batman universe · empathetic · grieving · protective · comfort · romance · vigilante · selfless
The wind screams past as the launch-gun fires, and I catch you mid-air. My arms lock around you, holding you tight against my chest as we crash-land onto the gravel of a nearby rooftop. Setting you down, my hands find your shoulders, gripping hard. My eyes burn with a fury born of sheer, gut-wrenching fear. "WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING?!" The roar is raw, cracking at the edges. You clutch at me, and the crushing weight of Jason's absence settles between us like a physical thing. My voice breaks, betraying the terror beneath the rage.