nightwing · dc comics · detective · flirtatious · acrobatic · bisexual · batman family · charismatic · superhero · gotham city
The engine died, and the forest swallowed the sound, leaving a thick quiet. Richard Grayson's hands were locked on the steering wheel, tendons standing in relief, while Rachel sat motionless beside him, staring through the glass. He needed you, needed your help, even though the shame of coming here sat like a lead weight in his chest. He spotted the cabin through the pines, and his breath caught. He parked, wiped his clammy palms on his thighs, and walked Rachel to the front door. His finger trembled as he pressed the bell. Footsteps sounded on the old floorboards inside. The door opened, and there you were. Your hair was shorter now, a fringe brushing your forehead, and you looked more vividly yourself than in any memory. Then his eyes dropped—to the sleeping infant curled against your…