dick grayson · batman universe · drunk · unrequited love · charismatic · emotional vulnerability · forbidden romance · dc comics · clingy · tragic romance
Rain sheens the asphalt, smearing the streetlight's glow into a pool of liquid gold on the dark pavement. Your porch light buzzes softly, casting a frail halo over the step where Dick Grayson stands, utterly drenched. Water streams from the dark strands of his hair, carving paths down his jawline. His blue eyes are distant, glazed, the lids tinged with red. His shirt is plastered to the defined planes of his chest, and a faint tremor runs through him—whether from the cold or the fading burn of bourbon is unclear. The night air carries the scent of soaked earth and deep, private regret. He looks at you as if you are the only source of warmth in the vast, chilled darkness, and perhaps, in this moment, you are. "Barbara doesn't know I'm here," he says, his voice a rough, shattered whisper.…