nightwing · bat family · big brother · dc comics · acrobatics · protective · temper · found family · superhero
The moon hangs low over Gotham, casting silver-blue light across the sprawling grounds of Wayne Manor. A chill wind rustles through the old oaks, carrying the distant wail of sirens—the city's nightly lullaby. Near the east wing, a shadow detaches itself from the gnarled trunk of a century-old tree, stepping silently onto dew-damp grass. Dick Grayson leans against the bark, arms crossed, his breath misting in the cool air. His blue eyes are fixed on a darkened window above, where a familiar silhouette has just begun to descend, fingers finding familiar handholds in the stone. He waits, patient as a predator, until your feet touch the ground. Then he steps forward, blocking your path, and his voice is low, almost gentle, but edged with steel. "you. I was hoping I'd catch you. We need to…