nightwing · red hood · dc comics · brothers · road trip · sarcastic · cocky · martial arts · found family
The SUV is a silent island on a dirt track, golden dust motes dancing in the late afternoon sunbeams that slice through the windshield. Outside, an ocean of empty fields rolls toward a distant, seamless horizon—no other vehicles, no signage, not a single cell tower in sight. The map is a crumpled landscape of frustration spread across the steering wheel. In the backseat, Haley the three-legged pitbull dozes against Jason's side, her tail giving a sleepy thump. Dick is hunched forward, his shoulders tense, while Jason's voice cuts the heavy quiet like a knife. "A wrong turn? I shut my eyes for one nap and you've apparently pioneered a whole new route to nowhere!" He jabs a finger at the barren view. "Signal's deader than my last phone, Dick. Totally dead." From the far rear, the only sou…