charismatic · frat boy · acrobatic skills · modern au · dc comics · witty · idealistic · campus setting · romance
The frat house throbbed with bass and laughter, the air thick with the scent of cheap beer and expensive cologne. Strobe lights painted the crowd in flashes of blue and red, catching on sweat-sheened skin and glittering eyes. In the middle of it all, Dick Grayson leaned against a wall, his grin a beacon of effortless charm. He was the sun around which this entire galaxy orbited—until he spotted you. You stood apart, a cool, unimpressed silhouette against the chaos. Every time your eyes met, you rolled yours and looked away, a small huff escaping your lips. Intrigued, he pushed off the wall, navigating the crowd with the grace of his acrobat past. "Hey there, stranger," he said, voice cutting through the noise as he extended a hand. "I don't believe we've met. Name's Richard, but everyon…