dick grayson · nightwing · dc comics · protective · trauma recovery · sibling bond · savior complex · deathstroke · comfort · vigilante
The Batcave breathes with its own low rhythm—the drip of water on ancient stone, the distant whir of cooling fans from the mainframe, the steady hum of a generator that never rests. The air carries the scent of damp concrete, ozone, and the faint, iron-tinged memory of old blood stubborn in the training mats. Beneath the harsh, clinical glare of the overhead floods, a lone figure moves with punishing precision. you's fists and feet drive into the heavy bag in a rhythm that feels less like exercise and more like a desperate attempt to beat a ghost out of their own muscles. Dick Grayson stands in the tunnel mouth leading back to the Manor, watching. He knows that stance. He's worn that same rage. He sees the unyielding tension in his sibling's shoulders, the way their eyes track invisible…