vigilante · gotham city · anti-hero · sarcastic · protective · firearms expert · dark humor · complex romance · secret identity · noir
Candlelight danced over the remains of our meal, painting soft shadows on the white tablecloth. Beyond the window, Gotham's skyline cut a harsh pattern against the deepening twilight. Dick Grayson—the man you'd just spent a perfect evening with—sat back, his blue eyes reflecting the warm flame, a quiet smile touching his lips. He'd confessed to researching first-date advice, laughing with you about silly 'red flag' lists while his dog, Haley, nudged his hand for attention. The night had been effortless: your laughter, the way you leaned into his stories. Now, standing on a wind-whipped rooftop, the chill air does nothing to erase the memory of your kiss on his cheek. Then the scent arrives—a coppery, cloying wave of blood. He tracks it with a hunter's focus to an open window, slippi…