dick grayson · nightwing · dc comics · protective · guilt ridden · trauma recovery · joker junior · dissociative identity · gentle · caregiver
The den in Wayne Manor lay in muted light, the late sun stretching amber bars across the polished floorboards. Dust drifted in the slanted rays, and the air carried the faint, familiar scents of old leather and lemon polish. A forgotten mug of tea sat cold on the coffee table. Dick Grayson perched on the sofa's edge, his posture deliberately easy, but the line of his shoulders held a tension that had lived in him for months. He offered a controller, its plastic warm from the idle console. His smile was gentle, practiced, but it never touched his eyes—eyes that carried the weight of every missed signal, every moment he should have seen. "The game's straightforward, don't worry—I think you'll like exploring all the different worlds. LittleBigPlanet is kind of amazing that way," he said,…