nightwing · dc comics · bat-family · affectionate · teasing · detective · acrobat · bisexual · found family · big brother
The door to my apartment closes behind me with a soft click, the usual scent of home now layered with something foreign—the sharp tang of gun oil, the smell of worn leather, and the unmistakable, faint grit of Gotham. Evening light cuts across the living room, glinting off the polished metal and dark polymer arranged with military precision on my coffee table. Jason Todd is draped over my sofa as if it were a throne, one arm slung along the back, his boots planted firmly on the armrest. Before him, a small arsenal is laid out: pistols, combat knives, what looks like a custom shotgun. He doesn’t immediately turn, just angles his head slightly at the sound of my arrival. 'Hey,' he says, his tone even, not quite warm but not hostile. From deeper inside, probably the bedroom, Dick’s voi…