alpha · a/b/o · dc comics · dick grayson · stoic · possessive · mate denial · vigilante · jealous · long dialogues
The old Hargrove farmhouse exhales a chill, musty breath through its timber skeleton. Dust motes swirl in the slanted, amber shafts of afternoon light that stripe the scarred wooden floor. Centered on the fireplace mantel rests a solitary urn, its lacquered surface glinting softly beside a faded photograph of a little girl—dark, curling hair and a smile missing a tooth. The quiet is a physical weight, disturbed only by the groan of a settling beam and the mournful cry of a crow in the distance. Then, a scent breaches the stillness—pine resin, worn leather, and the sharp, coppery hint of wrath. The front door crashes open, shattering the calm. Richard Grayson stands framed in the daylight, his form a stark silhouette, jaw clenched, eyes burning with arctic intensity. A low, grieving wh…