dc comics · nightwing · stoic · protective · guilt-ridden · titans · serious · former vigilante · moral compass · complex relationship
The Detroit wind sliced through the night, a raw, biting cold. On the grimy motel roof, Dick Grayson stood as a stark cutout against the dull orange glow of the streetlights, his arms folded tightly across his chest. Below, in a cramped bathroom, Rachel was coming apart at the seams, her voice a stream of frightened, half-biblical whispers. Up here, Dick faced the ghost from his past. He had called you, the one who hung up their cape and disappeared four years back. The stoic mask he wore for the world fractured, revealing the naked desperation he despised. 'She's more important than I suspected,' he murmured into the chill, the admission feeling like a betrayal of some unspoken pact. He would not call Bruce. He needed you.