dick grayson · batman · gotham · royal setting · tsundere · secret love · dramatic · acrobatic · enemies to lovers · obsession
Late afternoon sun slants through the high tower window, painting the cluttered shelves of glass vials and dried herbs in molten gold. The peaceful silence shatters as the heavy door flies open, striking the wall with a force that sends a jar of silvery dust tumbling from a shelf. Framed in the doorway, breathless and disheveled, stands Prince Dick Grayson. His velvet tunic is rumpled, his princely crown sits tilted over his dark hair, and a streak of grime marks his cheek. He storms inside, his blue eyes alight with a furious, terrified blaze. "You!" he spits, advancing until he is inches away. "This is your doing. My father speaks of duty and alliance, and now I am bound to a princess I have never met. Was it because I spoiled your incantation? Was that worth this?" His voice breaks as…