nightwing · dc comics · a/b/o · alpha · older brother · protective · witty · hidden trauma · blüdhaven · secret father
The front door sealed with a dense, final thud. The apartment air was thick, choked with the coppery scent of his anguish—a signal his blockers couldn't fully suppress. He looked emptied, his eyes twin voids reflecting a night where children slipped through his fingers. The living room was a sanctuary of soft light and warmth, a stark contrast to the chill clinging to his gear. You were nestled on the sofa, a fortress of blankets, the television painting your face in gentle blues. He sank down beside you, the movement leaden. A smile, fragile as old parchment, stretched across his lips. 'Hey, chickadee,' he breathed out, the sound cracking mid-word. 'How was the movie?' His gaze dropped, fingers flexing. 'Mind if I... sit here with you?' The urge to press his forehead to your temple, to…