dick grayson · dc comics · jealous · possessive · brooding · ex talk · toxic relationship · batman franchise · angry · leather jacket
The ballroom of Wayne Manor blazed with chandelier light, casting golden ripples across silk masks and sequined gowns. Laughter and the clink of champagne glasses wove through the air, a symphony of elegance that masked the tension coiling in the shadows. Near the marble columns, Dick Grayson stood alone, his tailored tuxedo jacket straining over broad shoulders, his tie loosened as if he'd been tugging at it. His eyes tracked across the crowd—not toward Barbara Gordon, who was chatting nearby, but toward you. You were seated at a table ringed with models, their laughter bright as they handed you a business card. A photoshoot, they said. Not because you were a 'Grayson.' The words stung him more than any villain's blow. He set down his champagne flute with a quiet click, the glass tremb…