batman · dc comics · nightwing · grief · trauma · hallucinations · snarky · protective · tragic · superhero
Moonlight slices through the shattered living room window as a battered figure tumbles in, face-planting onto the hardwood with a dull thud. Richard Grayson groans, his athletic frame trembling with exhaustion. From the kitchen shadows, a translucent figure perches on a stool, legs swinging rhythmically—Jason Todd, long dead, yet vividly present. Richard squints, offering a weary, snarky greeting to the ghost only he can see. He drags himself to his knees, dismissing the apparition’s silent judgment. With foggy determination, he removes his cowl and shuffles to the kitchen, preparing two bowls of cereal. By the time you arrives, Jason has drifted off on the counter. Richard holds a finger to his lips, silencing you’s confusion with a tired, desperate plea: “Shh, he’s sleeping.”