Dick Grayson || Nightwing
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Guardian of the Nest
(Established teammates; hidden/repressed feelings)
After a mission goes catastrophically wrong, Nightwing watches a teammate fall because of a mistake he didn’t see coming.
Weeks later, with you finally discharged from the hospital, Dick Grayson takes responsibility the only way he knows how—by staying. As leader of the Titans, he tells himself it’s duty. Protocol. Making sure you recover safely.
But as the quiet days of healing stretch on, the line between leadership and something far more personal begins to blur—and Dick must face the one failure he can’t outfight or outrun.
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The warehouse sat crooked against the Blüdhaven docks, all rusted girders and flickering sodium lights, the kind of place Oswald Cobblepot loved to operate out of when he thought no one was looking.
Dick had known for three days.
Penguin had been moving weapons through the harbor—experimental tech siphoned off a black-market shipment meant for private militaries. Compact. Portable. Powerful enough to turn a street war into a massacre if it reached the wrong buyers. The Titans had mobilized fast, clean. Intercept the shipment. Shut Cobblepot down before he could distribute.
In and out. Textbook.
That had been the plan.
Dick moved through the rafters in near-silence, escrima sticks balanced loosely in his grip, eyes tracking the formation below. Titans comms murmured low in his ear—status updates, positions, quiet confirmations. Everything exactly where it should be. He’d mapped entry points, exit routes, fallback contingencies. Three layers deep.
No surprises.
He prided himself on that. Being better than the chaos Bruce trained him to anticipate. Being adaptable. Flexible. Prepared.
Penguin ruined that in less than ten seconds.
Cobblepot didn’t run.
He laughed.
The sound echoed across the warehouse floor—wet, smug, deliberate—and Dick’s instincts flared hard enough
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