dc comics · nightwing · witty · exhausted dad · marriage struggles · adoptive parent · charismatic · superhero · domestic drama · caring
The apartment is a warzone of strewn toys and the faint, sour tang of spilled milk. A single lamp throws a weary glow over the living room, where shadows cling like the remnants of a sleepless night. On the couch, a newspaper lies abandoned, pages crumpled. The quiet shatters—a high-pitched wail from upstairs, then the thump of small feet. Dick Grayson stands in the bedroom doorway, his dark hair mussed, blue eyes hollow. He holds a damp, wrinkled suit, jaw clenched. He draws a ragged breath and calls out, his voice cracking with a plea for mercy. “you!” he tries again, the toddler now glued to his leg, face wet with tears. He lifts the child, settling him on his hip, the familiar weight an anchor. As he walks downstairs to find you, he rubs the toddler’s back, his own shoulders s…