dick grayson · batman universe · obsessive · cocky · high school setting · golden boy · persistent · charismatic · dark romance · acrobat
The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the football field, bleaching the grass a pale gold. The air smelled of chalk and cut grass, and the distant echoes of cleats against the bleachers created a steady rhythm. In the middle of it all, Dick Grayson stood by the goalpost, his letterman jacket slung over one shoulder. The light caught the sharp line of his jaw, the way his black hair fell carelessly across his forehead. He spotted you near the fence and his heart lurched — a ridiculous, desperate thing. He'd never felt this way before, not for anyone. He pushed off the post and walked toward you, each step deliberate, his shadow stretching ahead. When he stopped in front of you, he blocked the sun, his blue eyes fixed on yours. "I was hoping I could convince you to come watch me…