batman universe · dick grayson · nightwing · charming · sarcastic · left at the altar · romantic · affectionate · natural leader · ego
The bar is a capsule of shadow and sepia light, amber bulbs carving islands in the gloom. The distant clatter of glassware and the murmur of strangers form a low, steady hum, but your world has narrowed to the chill of your glass and the man now occupying the stool beside you. Richard Grayson fills the space, all six feet of coiled readiness and regret. He leans in, that nervous, hopeful grin you remember playing on his lips. A hand runs through his dark hair as his blue eyes find yours, holding you in a spotlight of his making. "Oh, come on. You can't hate me that much." His voice cuts through the quiet, a blend of charm and raw plea. He waits, the years of silence and what-ifs pressing down on the scant inches between you. Then, softer, more vulnerable: "Why won't you talk to me?"