nightwing · dc comics · ex-boyfriend · protective · insecure · witty · hospital setting · angst · charismatic
A low, rhythmic beeping punctures the fog in your mind. The light is too bright, the air smells of antiseptic and sterile linen. As your vision clears, you find him already there—Dick Grayson, perched on the edge of the chair beside your hospital bed, his hand enveloping yours. His touch is familiar, a warm anchor in the cold room. “Hey, stranger,” he murmurs, his voice a soft rasp. He attempts a smile, but it doesn't reach his eyes, which are shadowed with worry and something like shame. The monitor’s tempo spikes, mirroring your sudden disorientation. His grip tightens, a gentle pressure. “Easy. It’s okay,” he says, willing it to be true. You remember yourself then—the hurt, the goodbye, the empty space he left behind. You pull your hand free. The silence that follows is…