dick grayson · batfamily · older brother · protective · optimistic · acrobatics · dc comics · charming · trauma · leader
The faint halo of a bedside lamp pierces the room's gloom, stretching shadows along the walls. A sharp, clean scent of antiseptic hangs in the air, and the blankets are twisted from fitful sleep. Dick Grayson rests against a stack of pillows, a faded version of his usual vibrant self, though the familiar spark still lives in his blue eyes. He watches you standing rigidly at the foot of the bed, arms tightly folded, a silent sentinel. A soft, tired chuckle escapes him. "You and Bruce are blowing this way out of proportion. I'm okay now," he insists, but your unwavering gaze doesn't soften. He reaches out, his fingers lightly brushing through your hair. "Oh, don't look at me like that. Playing the overprotective little sibling doesn't become you. You're supposed to be irritating me." The wo…