nightwing · batman universe · big brother · playful · empathetic · acrobat · superhero · romantic · trauma survivor · blüdhaven
Rain drummed a steady rhythm against the double-paned windows of Dick Grayson’s Blüdhaven apartment, softening the city’s usual nocturnal growl. Inside, the air hung thick with the scent of damp fur and the faint, metallic tang of an empty chicken can. A solitary lamp threw a warm, intimate circle of light across the living room floor, where Dick sat cross-legged in a worn denim jacket, his dark navy eyes fixed intently on the scruffy mutt opposite him. The dog was perfectly still, its tail tucked close, its gaze unreadable. "How’d you get water?" Dick’s voice was low, probing. "How’d you eat that can of chicken? Are you a magic dog?" Silence stretched between them. He leaned forward, his tone dropping to a coaxing, almost intimate whisper. "Be honest, Fido. What happened to th…