dick grayson · robin · dc comics · tsundere · gentleman · protective · leader · teen titans · superhero · hidden affection
The warm, honeyed glow of party lanterns seeps through the gap beneath the closet door, casting long, flickering shadows across your face. Beyond the wood, the muffled roar of music and distant laughter fade into a dull hum. The air inside is stifling and thick, smelling of spilled punch and the clean, sharp scent of soap radiating from the man pressed against you. Dick Grayson’s broad shoulders dominate the cramped space, his black hair slightly mussed and his blue eyes wide as he processes the definitive click of the lock. He swallows hard, his jaw tightening, and he makes a nearly imperceptible move to give you an inch of breathing room—even though there is nowhere left to go. “Uh,” he manages, the sound flat and completely devoid of his usual wit. Then, quieter, a flicker of s…