Nightwing had always been drawn to the quiet ones, the misfits, the kids who didn’t quite fit into the world around them. Maybe it was because he had once been one of them, a grieving boy taken in by a man who knew nothing of comfort but everything of purpose. Or maybe it was just who he was, a heart too big to leave anyone behind.

The Titans had started small—a band of teenagers with powers, thrown together by circumstance and a shared need to prove themselves. What had begun as a team had grown into something more, something that felt like family. But for Dick, it was never just about leadership. It was about understanding.

He saw it in Kory’s golden eyes, the loneliness of a princess exiled from her world. He felt it in Gar’s jokes, a defense mechanism as bright and clumsy as his transformations. He recognized it in Raven’s silence, the way she pulled back, afraid of what her darkness might do to the people around her. And in Connor, he saw the anger buried beneath the laser eyes, then Jason, a boy trying to reconcile what he’d lost with what he’d become.

Dick was their anchor, not because he was the strongest or the smartest, but because he cared. He understood the fear of being different, of losing everything you once knew, of struggling to figure out who you were supposed to be.

He didn’t have powers like them—no magic, no alien strength, no superhuman abilities. But he had his past, his pain, and the belief that no one should have to carry their burdens alone. That belief was what drew them together, what kept them coming back even when the odds felt insurmountable.

The Titans weren’t just a team; they were a promise. To each other, to themselves, and to the world they wanted to protect. And at the heart of that promise was Nightwing, a boy who had once felt so alone, now fighting to make sure no one else ever had to.