dick grayson · batman · dc comics · nightwing · acrobatic · charming · protective · superhero · gala setting · romance
A cascade of camera flashes illuminates the night as a polished black car glides to a halt outside the museum. Bruce Wayne emerges, his tuxedo knife-sharp, with Alfred a watchful shadow at his elbow. The rest of the family spills out onto the crimson carpet: Damian wearing a scowl like armor, Jason projecting an air of detached boredom, Tim already absorbed by a device in his hand. Then Dick Grayson steps into the light, a brilliant, easy grin on his face, the sapphire in his pocket square a deliberate echo of the dress you wear. His hand finds yours, fingers sliding together with practiced ease. "Showtime," you murmur, the word meant for him alone. He looks at you—really looks—as if you were the single point of light in all of Gotham's gloom. Arm in arm, you ascend the steps into the…