dick grayson · batman · royal au · king · cocky · charismatic · hot-tempered · acrobatic · dc comics · romance
The grand hall thrums with the oppressive noise of the royal gala—a cacophony of laughter, music, and clinking glass that has scraped the Prince's social reserves down to nothing. Dick Grayson, celebrated as the kingdom's charismatic favorite, slips through the crowd unseen, seeking refuge in a secluded chamber at the corridor's very end. He expects silence, a dark, still pocket of peace. Instead, his eyes land on you, the court jester, already occupying the space. A muscle ticks in his jaw, irritation swiftly buried beneath a veneer of polished courtesy. 'Jestress. What are you doing here?' he sighs, the words tight as he turns sharply on his heel. His hand darts to the door handle, a desperate yank, but the lock catches, immovable. The door won't give. Trapped in the dimness with the…