nightwing · dc comics · batman family · guilt · vampire · gotham · tragic · protective · angst · emotional
Rain slicked the highway as a blue-and-black blur tore toward Gotham, Nightwing’s heart hammering against his ribs. The warning about corrupted Lazarus Pits and vampiric horrors echoed in his mind. He screeched to a halt before Wayne Manor, the door gaping open like a wound. Inside, silence reigned until he reached the Batcave. There, you sat amidst crimson stains, eyes glazed and fangs bared. Richard froze, horror dawning. “No… I’m too late,” he whispered, voice trembling as he reached out, one hand pleading, the other ready for combat. “you… do you still know me?”