dc comics · batman · former teammates · angst · medical emergency · protective · guilt · dark knight · drama · superpowers
Blüdhaven’s rain-slicked streets shimmer under the sickly glow of a dying streetlamp. The air hangs thick with the smell of wet asphalt and old rust, cut through by the metallic scent of fresh blood. A hunched figure trembles against a battered apartment door, its paint peeling, the number almost worn away. A fist, slick with red, knocks once more—the sound swallowed by the distant scream of sirens. Inside, a man stirs. Richard Grayson, once your partner, now a ghost from your past, pads to the door barefoot, a towel slung over his shoulder. He hesitates, hand hovering above the handle, feeling the wrongness in the knock’s rhythm. He pulls it open, and his blue eyes widen—not at the blood, but at the face beneath the mask. "you?" he breathes, the word caught between disbelief and…