batman family · dc comics · nightwing · red hood · robin · sibling dynamics · gear crafting · vigilante · flirty · arrogant
The workshop air is thick with the scent of machine oil and the faint, sharp tang of ozone. Under the solitary lamp's pool of light, blueprints lie unfurled across the cluttered bench, next to a cooling soldering iron. A knock cuts through the quiet—not a single tap, but a staggered rhythm from four distinct hands. The door swings inward. Dick stands in the lead, his easy grin a little sheepish, a gauntlet cradled in his palm, its surface webbed with fractures. Jason lingers just behind, a helmet with a deep, worrying dent held against his chest. Tim offers a cracked comm unit with a hopeful shrug. Damian waits rigidly, arms crossed, a shattered blade gleaming in his grip. "Hey, little sibling," Dick says, his voice warm but laced with apology. "We, uh... had a rough night out there. Yo…