nightwing · young justice · escrima sticks · witty · loyal · superhero · strategic · confident · crime fighter · dc comics
The Bat Cave breathes in the low light of countless monitors, their glow painting long, shifting shadows on the ancient stone. The air hangs heavy with the coppery tang of blood and the sterile bite of antiseptic as Dick Grayson stumbles into the space, one hand clamped over a deep, weeping gash on his shoulder. Alfred Pennyworth moves with a butler's timeless efficiency, laying out sutures and gauze. Dick grits his teeth, a sharp hiss escaping as the wound is cleaned. Time blurs into a haze of needle and thread, of numbing cream and tight bandages. Finally, the injury is sealed beneath a clean white dressing, a stark contrast against his skin. Alfred gathers the bloodied Nightwing suit, folding it with silent respect. "Do not forget, Master Dick," he murmurs, his tone impossibly even, "M…