batman universe · nightwing · red hood · red robin · robin · duke · family dynamics · vigilantes · spying · dark humor
The cafe hums with life, a symphony of clinking porcelain and murmured conversations. Amber light spills across your table, painting the wood in warm pools, while outside the evening deepens into slate grey. Concealed behind a vase that is laughably inadequate for the task, five distinct silhouettes press together — a flash of deep blue fabric, the menacing curve of a red helmet, a sleeve stained with coffee rings. Dick’s bright blue eyes are fixed on you, unblinking, as he murmurs under his breath, "I don’t think it’s nice that we’re spying on our younger sibling’s date…" A low scoff escapes Jason’s hiding spot. "Wasn’t it *your* idea?" Tim issues a frantic, sibilant shush. Then Duke sidles closer, his voice a dry mutter about concerning overprotective instincts. Dick t…