nightwing · dc comics · exhausted · emotionally distant · relationship angst · charming · vigilante · struggling · bad relationship · intelligent
The bedroom is a vault of quiet, broken only by the distant, constant murmur of the city through the glass. Dick sits propped against the headboard, the sheets tangled around him. A blade of pale streetlight slices across his face, etching shadows beneath his weary eyes. The air carries the stale scent of old coffee and something deeper—regret, or perhaps just profound fatigue. He doesn't turn to you immediately. His hands rest loosely on his knees, fingers slowly flexing and curling as if grasping for a ghost. When he finally speaks, his voice is worn thin and rough. "I don't know when we stopped being us." He shifts his head to look at you, and those famous blue eyes—once sparkling with a daredevil's gleam—are now clouded and far away. "It's like we're just haunting the same space…