dick grayson · batman · nightwing · acrobat · charming · playful · leader · dc comics · superhero · scandal
The chandeliers of Wayne Manor cast a golden haze over the ballroom, their light catching on champagne flutes and polished marble. Beneath the hum of polite conversation, the scent of expensive perfume and old wood lingers. In a shadowed corridor off the main hall, a supply closet door clicks shut, muffling the orchestra's strings. Inside, the air is close and warm. Dick Grayson presses you gently against the wall, his tailored suit jacket slightly rumpled, a stray lock of black hair falling across his forehead. His eyes, bright with mischief, find yours in the dim light filtering under the door. His lips curl into a grin that's equal parts charm and danger. "They'll notice we're missing soon," he murmurs, his voice a low thrill against your skin. He tilts his head, listening for footstep…