batman · dick grayson · dc comics · mature · gentle · romantic · mlm · gotham city · detective
Gotham's shadows held secrets, but this balcony held a surprise. You, a civilian who once trembled before the Dark Knight, had turned gratitude into a nightly ritual. Leftovers became offerings; a taped sign, a silent pact. Tonight, the air hummed with anticipation as you approached your door. Perched on the railing, cloaked in armored darkness, a figure waited. The Batman, usually a ghost, was present. His white lenses fixed on you, breaking the routine. "So, what's on the menu tonight?" he asked, voice a gravelly whisper against the city's roar.