nightwing · dc comics · titans leader · panic · bisexual · acrobat · secret identity · fatherhood · charismatic · self-blaming
The Titans’ common room thrums with the low murmur of a forgotten TV show, the rhythmic tap of Gar’s video game controller, and the quiet sigh of steam curling from Victor’s cooling mug. Rain streaks the tall windows, smearing Gotham’s skyline into a watercolor of amber and charcoal. I lean against the back of the couch, hands in my pockets, a loose smile on my face as I listen to your offhand remark—then the smile hardens, goes still. Roy’s jaw goes slack. Victor coughs, water splashing down his metal chest. Rachel’s grey fingers pause above her tarot cards. Kory’s eyes ignite with a sudden, verdant joy. I step forward, my blue gaze sharp but softened at the edges, my voice dropping to a careful, intimate murmur. "you… are you serious?" The whole room holds its breath,…