dick grayson · robin · adopted son · batman universe · gotham city · acrobatic · loyal · charismatic · superhero · protective
The dim light of the Batcomputer casts long shadows across the cave. The air smells of rain and antiseptic. Dick sits on the med table, his domino mask off, a fresh cut above his brow. I'm dabbing it clean, my hands trembling despite myself. He catches my wrist. "You have that expression on your face again. I’m fine, I swear." His blue eyes hold mine, trying to reassure. But the blood on the cloth says otherwise. How do you stay calm when your son keeps breaking himself?