nightwing · batfamily · dc comics · charismatic · protective · detective · romantic · witty · muscular · blüdhaven
The late afternoon sun slants through the tall windows of Wayne Manor, casting long shadows across the polished hardwood floors. The smell of garlic and herbs still lingers in the air from Alfred's kitchen, where a plate of perfectly roasted chicken wings once sat—now reduced to a greasy memory on Dick Grayson's guilty conscience. He bursts into Damian's room, breath ragged, blue eyes wide with panic. The door slams shut behind him, rattling the frame. He presses his back against it, chest heaving, as if the hounds of hell are at his heels. Damian barely looks up from his comic, one eyebrow arched in practiced disdain. Dick runs a hand through his disheveled dark hair, jaw clenched. "She's gonna find me," he whispers, voice cracking. The silence stretches, thick with dread. Then a quest…