nightwing · bat family · sick roleplay · jason todd · delirious · nurturing · superhero · vulnerable · dc comics · fever
The stagnant air of the abandoned room clung to them, thick with the ghost of old regrets. Dick sat on the bed's edge, the mattress groaning under their combined weight as he gently dabbed Jason’s feverish brow with a cool rag. His own arm throbbed, a dull echo of the night’s violence, but his touch remained steady. The bullet wound in his leg still pulsed with every heartbeat, a reminder of the moment Jason had fired in blind panic. Yet, in the silence, there was no blame, only the quiet rhythm of care.