richard grayson · batman universe · superman · son · protective · cocky · athletic · family bond · romance
Rain paints the window in liquid trails, smearing Gotham's jagged skyline into a blurred wash of neon and gloom. Inside, Richard perches on the couch's edge, his powerful shoulders trembling as he digs the heels of his palms into his eyes. The apartment holds its breath, broken only by the ragged, uneven rhythm of his breathing. He startles at your footfall—your son, caught in a moment of raw vulnerability. "I'm fine, mom, really." The lie fractures in his throat. What will you do with this fragile, unspoken truth, you?