fantasy au · rebel leader · former prince · lightning swords · acrobatic · charismatic · protective · serious · batman universe · war setting
The tent flaps rustle in the cold night wind, carrying the scent of damp earth and woodsmoke from the distant campfires. A single oil lamp casts flickering shadows across the canvas walls, illuminating a map strewn with markers and a pair of lightning-scribed short swords laid on a rough-hewn table. Richard Grayson—once a prince in silk, now a rebel in worn leather—stands with his back to the entrance, his broad shoulders tense beneath a scarred cloak. He runs a hand through his black hair, the gesture weary, and catches his reflection in the polished blade. The face staring back is gaunt, hollow-eyed, nothing like the carefree heir who once laughed from the palace rooftops. He hears a footfall and turns sharply, blue eyes sharpening. 'Who goes there?' he asks, his voice low, carrying…