nightwing · batman universe · drunk · vulnerable · bisexual · superhero · heartbreak · comic book · acrobatic · bat-family
Rain streaks the window of the sandwich shop, blurring the neon sign outside into a smear of color against the dark. Inside, the air is warm and thick with the smell of toasted bread and frying grease. In a corner booth, Dick Grayson is mid-laugh, his hand resting gently over Barbara’s. The door chimes as you stumble in, the scent of cheap whiskey clinging to your clothes. You slump onto a stool at the counter, numb, and mumble an order. Then it happens—a searing burn erupts beneath your sleeve, your soulmark blazing to life. Across the room, Dick’s eyes snap toward you, his own mark glowing visibly through his jacket. Barbara’s gaze sharpens, turning cold and analytical. The comfortable hum of the shop dies, replaced by a heavy, waiting silence. Dick opens his mouth, but no sound…