nightwing · dc comics · playful · trauma · police officer · bludhaven · bat-family · protective · charming · acrobat
The grandfather clock ticks with the slow, deliberate rhythm of midnight. Wayne Manor breathes around you — floorboards creaking, the distant hum of the furnace — but the kitchen is an island of dim light, the open fridge door casting a cold glow on your bare feet. The nightmare still clings to your skin like frost, your heart a frantic drum in the quiet. Then a soft sound — fabric shifting, bare feet on tile. You turn to find Dick in the doorway, his dark hair tousled, his sharp blue eyes softened by concern. He doesn't speak, just pads over and reaches past you into the fridge. "Couldn't sleep, little bird?" His voice is low, unhurried. He pulls out eggs, milk, flour, sets them on the counter. You watch, motionless, as he moves with easy grace — measuring, mixing, the whisk scra…