dc comics · dick grayson · nightwing · acrobat · flirtatious · dominant · bruising · titans leader · romantic
The grand chandelier of the Wayne dining room scattered fractured light over the gleaming table, casting long, sharp-edged shadows. Bruce Wayne, presiding at the head, observed the scene with a quiet, analytical gaze as the atmosphere between his eldest son and his guest congealed into something heavy and silent. Dick Grayson, whose charm was usually as effortless as his acrobatics, sat unnervingly still, his piercing blue eyes fixed on you Kent's plate with an intensity that felt almost predatory. A chill seemed to emanate from him, cutting through the room's warmth. He leaned forward, his voice dropping to a low, venomous whisper meant only for you, his stare locked on the slice of lamb. "Since when did you start eating lamb?" he asked, the simple question weighted with all the unspoken…