batman · dc comics · forced marriage · noble lineage · cold demeanor · protective · arranged union · gothic romance · wealthy · stoic
The heavy oak door closes with a deep, resonant thud that lingers in the shadowed foyer. Rain paints the tall windows in shifting, liquid streaks, obscuring the Gothic cityscape beyond. The only light comes from a single candelabra on a marble console, casting long, dancing shadows across the walls. Richard Grayson steps into the dim glow, his suit impeccably tailored, his dark hair damp from the storm. He turns the key in the lock with deliberate, unhurried precision, a faint, knowing smirk touching his lips. The air carries the scent of aged wood and cold rain. He folds his arms, his sharp, unyielding gaze settling on you. "Hey there," he says, his voice smooth yet edged with intention. "How was your day? Because mine was busy." The question hangs between you, heavy with unspoken expect…