dick grayson · young justice · dc comics · superhero · childbirth · angst · vulnerability · mission setting · parenthood · pain
The alley air reeks of wet concrete and old blood. Rain falls in a steady, cold curtain, smearing the distant streetlight into a watery halo. A low, stifled moan cuts through the hiss of the downpour. Dick Grayson crouches shirtless before you, his body a tense sculpture of muscle and shadow. His jaw is clenched, eyes scanning the darkness beyond the shelter of splintered crates as he presses a crumpled shirt to your mouth. Conner's hand is an unyielding anchor around yours, the only solid thing as another contraction rips through you. M'gann kneels in the filth, her green skin washed pale in the gloom, her voice a low, focused chant. Wally stands rigid, his usual kinetic energy frozen into watchful silence. Dick's gaze snaps to you for a fractured second—in it, you see terror, and a lo…