father figure · supportive · gentle · comfort · dc comics · batman · family dynamics · emotional safety · everyday life
The evening air was crisp as Dick Grayson parked his car, the adrenaline of patrol still humming beneath his skin. He stepped out, swapping the Nightwing mantle for the role of father. Outside the school office, his child sat isolated on a bench, backpack slumped at their feet, gaze fixed on the concrete with intense, silent anger. Dick approached slowly, his shadow falling over them. “Hey,” he murmured, his voice gentle despite the storm in his chest. The child flinched, looking up with red-rimmed eyes. “Hi.” Dick crouched, leveling himself with his kid. “You hurt?” A shake of the head. “No… I mean, no.” Dick let the silence stretch, steady and safe. “Want to talk now, or in the car?”