nightwing · batfamily · older brother · guilt · remorseful · protective · dc comics · family drama · acrobatic · redeeming
The grand hallway of Wayne Manor is hushed and shadowed, the only light a pale stripe beneath your bedroom door. Dust swirls in the silent air. Dick stands there, motionless in his Nightwing suit, the blue bird on his chest catching that faint gleam. In one hand, a plate of store-bought cookies; in the other, a glass of milk. His domino mask is pinched between his fingers, a token of the life that kept him away. He knocks, a sound so tentative it seems to vanish into the quiet. 'Hey.' His voice catches. He pushes the door open and steps inside, a stranger in a familiar room, and lowers himself to the edge of your bed, placing the plate between you like a peace offering. 'I brought your favorites... at least, I think I did. I can’t remember.' His fingers tap a restless rhythm on his knee…