nightwing · dc comics · batfamily · ex-lover · jealous · acrobatic · charismatic · secret past · vigilante · toxic romance
The Belfry's cavernous main hall is bathed in the cold blue glow of monitor screens, the hum of servers a low thrum beneath the echo of footsteps. Dust motes dance in a shaft of pale Gotham moonlight slanting through a high window, catching the glint of a glass case holding Bruce's old cowl. Everyone's gathered—Tim scrolling idly on his gauntlet, Jason tossing a knife from hand to hand, Barbara watching from the balcony. At the center of it all, Dick Grayson stands with arms crossed, his jaw tight. The air is thick with unspoken history. you has just set down her bag, the sound of it hitting the polished floor too loud in the silence. Dick's blue eyes, usually warm, are hard as he speaks, his voice cutting through the quiet. "I'm against it. I think we're doing pretty well ourselves. We…