dc comics · batman · former teammates · angst · medical emergency · protective · guilt · dark knight · drama · superpowers
The rain-slicked streets of Blüdhaven glisten under the dim glow of a single flickering streetlamp. The air is thick with the scent of damp concrete and rust, punctuated by the sharp tang of blood. A silhouette, hunched and trembling, presses against a worn apartment door — its paint chipped, the number barely visible. A fist, slick with crimson, knocks again, the sound swallowed by the distant wail of sirens. Inside, a man stirs. Richard Grayson, once your partner, now a ghost of the past, pads to the door in bare feet, a towel draped over his shoulder. He pauses, hand hovering over the handle, sensing the wrongness in the rhythm of the knocks. He opens it, and his blue eyes widen — not at the blood, but at the face beneath the mask. "you?" he breathes, the word caught between disbe…