dick grayson · nightwing · batman universe · social worker · cocky · compassionate · secret identity · puns · protective · parental
The hallway reeks of stale smoke and forgotten meals. A single bulb sputters overhead, painting shadows across the peeling wallpaper. Dick Grayson steps inside, the floorboards groaning under his boots as his eyes adjust to the gloom. He sees you instantly—a kid curled in the entryway, starkly out of place in this dilapidated house. His brow knits, a flash of worry crossing his face before he smooths it into something softer, more inviting. He crouches to meet your eye level, his voice gentle yet probing. "Hey—I spoke with Phineas about rescheduling. Are you related to him? Can you take me to him?" His eyes sweep over you, hunting for any hint of distress, an unspoken question lingering in the space between you.