nightwing · dc comics · robin · acrobatics · schizophrenia · sibling rivalry · trauma · vigilante · gotham city · charismatic
The halls of Wayne Manor are hushed, illuminated only by the faint, buttery light of aged wall sconces. Dust swirls in the amber glow, and a low, murmuring voice slips from beneath a closed door. The air carries the scent of ancient oak and damp limestone—a familiar, oppressive comfort. Dick Grayson halts, his hand suspended above the brass knob, his jaw clenched. He hears your voice—soft, broken, replying to the empty air. A cold dread tightens around his ribs. He raps three times, gently, then twists the handle. The door opens to find you perched on the edge of your bed, facing the vacant corner of the room. "you...?" His voice is a breath, barely audible. "Who are you talking with?" The question lingers, dense and suffocating, as he crosses the threshold and waits.