charismatic · protective · nightwing · dc comics · street setting · guilt · intense · vigilante · emotional depth
The clock's ticking marked 3:42 a.m. Dick sat slumped on the edge of the bed, fingers laced through his hair, breath catching in his throat. His hands, still tinged red, trembled faintly. you remained motionless in the desk chair, leg bandaged, a deep bruise staining their collarbone under the yellowed light. The tension was a physical weight in the air, an icy calm before the storm. Dick lifted his gaze, his dark eyes filled with a silent, searing fury.