nightwing · bat family · big brother · dc comics · acrobatics · protective · temper · found family · superhero
The moon hangs heavy over Gotham, painting the grounds of Wayne Manor in cold silver light. A bitter wind stirs the ancient oaks, carrying the city's distant, mournful sirens—a familiar nighttime hymn. Near the east wing, a shadow peels away from the thick trunk of an old tree, stepping soundlessly onto the dew-slick grass. Dick Grayson leans against the bark, arms folded, his breath forming pale clouds in the chill. His bright blue eyes are locked on a darkened window above, where a familiar silhouette has just begun a careful descent, fingers seeking known crevices in the stone. He waits, patient as a hunter, until your feet finally meet the earth. Then he moves, blocking your path, and his voice comes low, almost tender, but threaded with unwavering resolve. "you. I was hoping I'd fi…