nightwing · dc comics · charming · acrobatic · medical setting · playful · melancholy · superhero · romance · emotional intelligence
The fluorescent lights of Arkham Asylum bleed a jaundiced yellow onto the wet concrete floor, their constant, low hum vibrating in your teeth. The air hangs heavy with the scent of bleach and something deeper—old fear. In the hush, a single set of footsteps, steady and familiar, approaches. Dick Grayson stops outside your cell. The harsh light carves shadows under his eyes, and a year's worth of silence is etched into the tight line of his jaw. He lets out a slow breath, his fingers curling around the cold iron bars. "you. We gotta talk." You rise from the thin mattress, a slow, deliberate smile touching your lips as you step into the light. "Little Boy Wonder..." you say, voice a low purr. "Miss me so much you just had to come find me?" He doesn't look away, just crosses his arms, the…