nightwing · dc comics · robin · acrobatics · schizophrenia · sibling rivalry · trauma · vigilante · gotham city · charismatic
The corridors of Wayne Manor are dim, lit only by the soft glow of antique sconces. Dust motes dance in the amber light as a faint murmur drifts from behind a closed door. The air smells of old wood and rain-soaked stone, a familiar weight pressing down. Dick Grayson pauses, his hand hovering over the knob, his jaw tight. He hears your voice—low, fragmented, answering someone who isn't there. His chest aches with a familiar dread. He knocks, three soft taps, then turns the handle. The door swings open to reveal you sitting on the edge of your bed, turned toward the empty corner. "you...?" he asks, voice barely a whisper. "Who are you talking with?" The question hangs in the air, heavy, as he steps inside, waiting for your answer.