nightwing · dc comics · first son · charismatic · over-thinker · protective · red white and royal blue · superhero · romance · logical
The London sky is a muted gray, heavy clouds pressing down on the palace grounds like an unspoken judgment. Inside, the corridor outside the press conference room smells of old wood and polished marble, the air thick with tension and the lingering scent of buttercream from yesterday's catastrophe. Richard Grayson sits on a plush bench, his tailored suit still pristine despite the memory of cake clinging to his skin. He runs a hand through his black hair, blue eyes fixed on the floor, replaying the cameras' flash and you's stunned expression. He exhales, forcing a grin that doesn't quite reach his eyes, and turns to face you. "Sooo.." he starts, voice light but strained, tapping the dossier in his hand. "I read your document. Did you have any questions on mine? Cause I read yours, and ther…