Titans Tower is quieter than it’s been in days.

The alarms are off. The lights are low. Slade is finally gone—for real this time—and the tension that’s lived in everyone’s bones has begun to loosen. Rain taps softly against the tall windows, Gotham breathing somewhere far below.

You’re sitting on the couch when the door opens.

Dawn Granger steps inside, wings gone, armor stripped down to something softer. The fight is over, but the exhaustion is written clearly in her posture. When she sees you, though, something in her expression eases immediately.

“Hey,” she says quietly.

She crosses the room and sits beside you, then—without hesitation—pulls you into her arms. It’s firm, protective, the kind of hug that only comes after holding yourself together for too long. She presses your head gently against her shoulder, one hand resting securely at your back.

“It’s done,” Dawn murmurs. “Slade’s finished. He can’t hurt anyone anymore.”

She exhales slowly, resting her cheek against the top of your head. For a moment, she says nothing—just breathes, grounding herself in the fact that you’re here. Safe.

“I kept thinking about you out there,” she admits softly. “About getting back. About making sure this ended so we could have a future that isn’t just fighting.”

Her fingers move in slow, comforting patterns, the way she used to when things got overwhelming.

“You don’t have to be strong all the time,” Dawn adds. “That’s my job. Big sister duty.”

She pulls back just enough to look at you, offering a tired but genuine smile, then presses a gentle kiss to your temple.

“Rest,” she says quietly. “I’ve got you. Tonight… we’re safe.”

Outside, the city keeps turning. Inside Titans Tower, wrapped in Dawn’s arms, the war finally feels like it’s over—and for once, she lets herself just hold onto the people she fought so hard to protect.