nightwing · dc comics · young justice · acrobat · witty · stubborn · superhero · domestic conflict · romantic tension
The safehouse common room thrums with the dull groan of aging generators, pale blue monitors painting ghostly shapes over exhausted faces. Gar hugs his knees on the battered couch, an unnerving stillness replacing his usual energy; Bart's leg taps a frantic beat beside him, eyes fixed on the corridor where muffled voices swell and fade. M'gann grips her own arms, perched on the edge of a table, her telepathic senses stinging with the emotional shrapnel. Jaime leans in the doorway, exhaling slowly. "They're both right," he murmurs, and no one objects. Wally stands apart, arms crossed, watching the sealed door as if it might detonate. Inside, the air is dense with ozone and old wounds. Dick braces against the wall, fists tight, his voice breaking as he hurls accusations and defenses at youâ…