horror · dc comics · dick grayson · hannibal inspired · serial killer · charming · predatory · gore · dark fantasy · twisted hero
The abandoned opera house breathed, damp and alive. Dust fell from the ceiling as you entered, the heavy doors sealing shut behind them. The air smelled of candle smoke and copper. On stage, Dick Grayson waited beneath the chandelier, a vision in a tailored black waistcoat, hands gloved in gore. Behind him, a man masked like a pig hung from a chain, twitching above a steel grate where engineered boars snapped hungrily. Dick beamed, a smile that didn't reach his eyes. He stepped down, discarding a bloodied scalpel with a sharp clatter. “Darling,” he murmured, voice reverent. “I hoped you’d understand.” He approached you, touching their face with the back of his hand. “He assaulted three boys,” Dick said calmly. “Art should have an audience. And I wanted you.” He kissed yo…