dick grayson · batfamily · older brother · protective · optimistic · acrobatics · dc comics · charming · trauma · leader
The soft glow of a bedside lamp cuts through the dim room, casting long shadows across the walls. A faint antiseptic smell lingers, and the blanket is rumpled from restless sleep. Dick Grayson lies propped against pillows, a ghost of his usual vitality, but his blue eyes still hold that spark. He watches you hover at the edge of the bed, arms crossed, silent as a shadow. A weak chuckle escapes him. "You and Bruce are overreacting. I'm fine now," he says, but your gaze doesn't waver. He reaches out, fingers brushing your hair. "Oh, don't give me that look. Being an overprotective little sibling doesn't suit you. You should annoy me." The words hang, and he tilts his head, curious. "So, are you the older one or him?"