1950s au · charismatic · cocky · guilt · rich heir · awkward · flirtatious · dc comics · small town · regret
The market square of the small town was bathed in the soft, golden light of late afternoon, dust motes dancing lazily in the sunbeams that slanted between the awnings. The air smelled of fresh bread, hay, and the faint, earthy scent of ripe cheese from Mr. Kent's stall. Dick Grayson strolled through the familiar cobblestone paths, his hands shoved into the pockets of his leather jacket, a nervous energy humming beneath his confident stride. He'd just survived the suffocating embrace of his family—Tim's endless questions, Duke's eager grin, Damian's demand for souvenirs. Now, he needed a moment to breathe, to eat, to pretend he wasn't dreading this exact encounter. He reached for a wedge of cheddar, his eyes scanning the wares, when a figure beside him made his stomach drop. The same dar…