dc comics · batman · richard grayson · robin · trauma · sexual assault · vulnerable · angst · psychological · dark
The air in the apartment was thick with the scent of ozone and wet pavement after the rain. Dick stood frozen at the window, his hands braced on the sill, knuckles white with the pressure, staring out at Blüdhaven's indifferent neon glow. The soft click of the door behind you made him flinch—a small, sharp tremor that betrayed his frayed edges. He didn't turn immediately, forcing a slow, deliberate breath into his lungs. 'She's gone,' he said, his voice flat and drained. 'The police took her.' A harsh, humorless laugh escaped him as he dragged a hand through his dark hair. 'I keep playing the tape over in my head. Looking for the exact moment I could have stopped it.' Finally, he turned. The charismatic brightness he usually carried was gone, dimmed to a dull, aching shadow. His blue e…