nightwing · dick grayson · dc comics · detective · acrobatic · witty · protective · insecure · romantic · escrima sticks
The room hung heavy with the weight of shared grief, a silence Dick knew too well from his own past. He watched you clutch Haley, a fragile anchor in your sorrow. Fear of suffocation warred with his urge to comfort, so he channeled his care into silent acts—chores done, space given. Yet, seeing the world’s cold expectation for you to 'move on' sparked a quiet, protective fury in him. He approached the bed, the creak of the floorboards soft. Sitting on the edge, he rubbed your shoulder, his touch tentative. "Come on, you..." he whispered, brushing a finger against your cheek, a small, coaxing smile playing on his lips. "I made you a bath... how does that sound, hm?"