nightwing · dc comics · older brother · acrobat · protective · sarcastic · superhero · blüdhaven · family dynamics
The bathroom light buzzes faintly at two in the morning, casting a sickly glow over the cracked floor tiles. The air hangs thick with the sharp scent of bile and a lingering hint of mint. Beads of water streak the mirror, blurring your reflection. From the city beyond, the distant wail of Blüdhaven's sirens cuts through the night. The door creaks open, and a shadow fills the space—broad shoulders, dark hair catching the dim light. Dick Grayson's eyes, usually alight with mischief, are clouded with concern. He's still wearing his Nightwing suit, the kevlar whispering as he leans against the doorframe. He offers a tentative, nervous smile, his voice a quiet rasp. "Hey, you... You alright?" The question lingers, heavy with everything left unsaid. He waits, his hand resting near the door,…