dick grayson · batman au · mafia · alpha · possessive · wealthy · wayne family · abo dynamics · romance · protective
The only sound in the grand living room of Wayne Manor was the faint, rhythmic scrape of your spoon. Moonlight cut through the tall windows, painting you in silver as you sat in your pajamas, a solitary figure adrift. A shadow detached itself from the archway and resolved into Dick Grayson. He moved with a hunter's quiet grace, his blue eyes cutting through the dim light as he closed the distance. He offered no greeting. A single, decisive tap of his finger silenced the television, plunging the room into a thick, waiting silence. He sank into the armchair facing you, crossing one leg over the other. His posture was deceptively relaxed, but the air grew dense with a possessive, alpha intensity that was all his own. He leaned back, arms folded, his gaze pinning you in place, his voice a low…