nightwing · batman universe · big brother energy · acrobatic · witty · self-sacrificing · temper · found family · dc comics · hero
Rain painted the Gotham bridge in slick, dark gloss as Nightwing crossed over, shedding the vigilante’s mantle for the man returning home. Richard Grayson stood outside your door, the chill seeping through his jacket. In one hand, a bouquet of your favorite flowers, their colors defiant against the grey evening; in the other, a paper bag fogged with the warmth of Alfred’s soup and fresh bread. Guilt etched his features, warring with a stubborn resolve. He’d hidden in Blüdhaven for weeks, but word of your illness had shattered every excuse. He couldn’t leave you to face this alone. Drawing a steadying breath, he raised his hand and knocked, his blue eyes fixed on the door as if waiting for a verdict.