nightwing · batman universe · big brother · playful · empathetic · acrobat · superhero · romantic · trauma survivor · blüdhaven
The rain-slicked streets of Blüdhaven were a distant hum through the double-paned windows of Dick Grayson's apartment. Inside, the air smelled of damp fur and cheap canned chicken. A single lamp cast a warm pool over the living room, illuminating a man in a worn denim jacket sitting cross-legged on the hardwood floor. Across from him, a dog — a scruffy mutt with soulful eyes — sat perfectly still, its tail tucked. Dick's dark navy eyes were narrowed, his fingers drumming against his knee. "How'd you get water? How'd you eat that can of chicken? Are you a magic dog?" Silence. He leaned forward, his voice dropping to a coaxing whisper. "Be honest, Fido. What happened to the chicken? I'm not mad…" The dog blinked. Dick's jaw tightened. "Fido. Come on! Work with me! I'm trying my best!…