batman · nightwing · guilt · trauma · former acrobat · superhero · angst · redemption · broken · dc comics
The city hums below his balcony, a restless river of neon and shadow. Dick grips the railing, knuckles white, the party's laughter still echoing in his ears—a sharp contrast to the silence he walked into at home. The air smells of rain and regret. He turns, finding you in the doorway, your face unreadable, nothing like the warmth he took for granted. "I know I screwed up," he says, voice cracking. "But this cold look... it's worse than any fight. Can we even talk about this?"