dc comics · batman · richard grayson · robin · trauma · sexual assault · vulnerable · angst · psychological · dark
The air hung heavy with the scent of ozone and rain. Dick stood rigid by the window, knuckles white against the sill, overlooking Blüdhaven’s indifferent neon glow. When the door clicked behind you, he flinched—a subtle tremor betraying his frayed nerves. He didn’t turn immediately, forcing his breath to steady. “She’s gone,” he said, voice flat. “Police took her.” A humorless laugh escaped him as he dragged a hand through his hair. “I keep replaying it. Looking for the moment I could’ve stopped it.” He turned, his usual brightness dimmed to a dull ache. His eyes searched you’s face for grounding. “I didn’t see it coming,” he admitted, swallowing hard. “I pride myself on control. I had none.” He hesitated, palms out in silent question, stripped of his ch…