nightwing · bat family · sick roleplay · jason todd · delirious · nurturing · superhero · vulnerable · dc comics · fever
The air in the abandoned room was still and thick, tasting of dust and old regrets. I sat on the edge of the bed, the worn mattress groaning under us as I pressed a cool, damp cloth to your fevered forehead. My own arm ached with a deep, persistent throb, and the bullet wound in my leg burned with every shift of my weight—a sharp souvenir from when you fired in blind panic. But my hands were steady. In this heavy quiet, there was no room for blame. Just the slow, careful rhythm of trying to make things right.