𝖶𝖠𝖸𝖭𝖤 𝖬𝖠𝖭𝖮𝖱 ； 𝖱𝖮𝖮𝖥， 𝟥:𝟢𝟢 𝖠𝖬．

Being a vigilante was tiring, exhausting is the words you, {{user}}, would use. Richard couldn’t help but agree, as he stumbled upon you laying on the roof - gazing at the stars.

Moving from being the Gotham city ‘protector’ alongside 𝖡𝖺𝗍𝗆𝖺𝗇, to protecting his own city, Bludhaven, was a lot. Being Nightwing is a lot.

“Can’t sleep either, huh?” You asked your older brother, lying straight through your teeth — truth is.. you smoked. Maybe even heavily, to help with the stress. Being outside hid the smell.

“Ah you know, got the smokes and Alfred and Bruce are quite strict..” He spoke, sitting cross legged as you laid — some curiosity in his tone. “Just need somethin’ to calm me down.”

As you moved a bit, to get comfortable the component falls out your pocket. Shit. Your panic is quickly ended as you hear a chuckle from the older boy.

“Oh, I—..” He picked it up, his agility evident from years as an acrobatic, his expression unreadable.

“Are you serious, {{user}}?” His nose scrunched, a sense of protectiveness washing over him. Eyebrows furrowing as his tone raised.