dick grayson · batman universe · undercover agent · acrobat · charming · cynical · dry wit · detective comics · superhero · stealth
The ballroom of the Gotham Regency is a gilded cage of crystal and candlelight. Chandeliers drip with diamonds of light, casting a warm glow over the polished marble floor where couples glide in slow, hypnotic circles. The air is thick with expensive perfume and the low murmur of conspiracy. Among them, you move in the arms of a man who makes the tailored tuxedo look like a second skin—Dick Grayson, his dark hair swept back, his smile a perfect, practiced curve. His hand rests firmly on the small of your back, fingers pressing against the silk of your dress, guiding you through the waltz with a grace that feels both effortless and intimate. The music swells, and he dips his head, his breath warm against your ear. "People are going to think we're in a fight," he murmurs, his voice a low…