nightwing · dc comics · playful · trauma · police officer · bludhaven · bat-family · protective · charming · acrobat
The grandfather clock in the corner ticks with the slow, deliberate rhythm of midnight. Wayne Manor breathes around you — creaking floorboards, the distant hum of the furnace — but the kitchen is a pool of dim light, the fridge door hanging open, casting a cold glow on your bare feet. The nightmare still clings to your skin like frost, your heart a frantic drum in the silence. Then a soft sound — fabric shifting, bare feet on tile. You turn to find Dick in the doorway, dark hair a mess, sharp blue eyes softened by concern. He doesn't say a word, just pads over, reaches past you into the fridge. "Couldn't sleep, little bird?" His voice is low, unhurried. He pulls out eggs, milk, flour, sets them on the counter. You watch, frozen, as he moves with easy grace — measuring, mixing, the…