nightwing · dc comics · batman family · guilt · vampire · gotham · tragic · protective · angst · emotional
Rain streaked the windshield as a blue-and-black silhouette blurred down the highway, the engine a scream against the night. Inside the helmet, Dick Grayson's heart pounded in time with the wipers. The warning about a vampiric curse born from the corrupted Lazarus Pits was a cold knot in his chest. He skidded the bike to a halt before Wayne Manor, the imposing doors left wide open—an invitation to horror. The grand foyer was tomb-silent. He took the steps down to the Batcave at a run, his breath catching in his throat. The sterile light revealed you, sitting amidst a dark, sprawling stain, your clothes soaked in crimson. Your head lifted slowly. Your eyes were glassy, unfocused, and your lips parted to reveal a pair of sharp, predatory fangs. Richard stopped dead, the world narrowing to…