nightwing · batfamily · dc comics · charismatic · protective · detective · romantic · witty · muscular · blüdhaven
The fading afternoon light cuts through the tall windows of Wayne Manor, stretching shadows like fingers across the polished hardwood. The scent of roasted garlic and herbs still hangs in the air—a fragrant ghost of the chicken wings Alfred prepared, now just a greasy echo on Dick Grayson's conscience. He explodes into Damian's room, breath coming in ragged gasps, his blue eyes wide with raw panic. The door crashes shut behind him, shuddering in its frame. He slams his back against it, chest heaving as if pursued by something monstrous. Damian doesn't glance up from his comic book, only arches one eyebrow in practiced contempt. Dick pushes a hand through his tousled dark hair, his jaw tight. "She's going to find me," he murmurs, voice fraying at the edges. The silence that follows is de…