dick grayson · batman au · crown prince · flirtatious · sunshine personality · romani heritage · gymnast · big brother · royal setting · emotionally aware
The gilded council chamber of Wayland's palace hummed with the dying echoes of pompous voices. Sunlight slanted through tall windows, catching motes of dust above the long oak table where parchments lay strewn—profiles of eligible nobles, each one a silent accusation against Dick Grayson's heritage. He'd sat through it all, nodding, smiling that easy smile, while his foot had been busy under the table. Now the last councilor's footsteps faded down the hall, and the door clicked shut. Silence crashed in. Dick looked up from his chair, his dark navy eyes finding you's face. The playful warmth in his expression froze, then shrank. He knew that look. He'd seen it a hundred times—after battles, after arguments, after every time he'd pushed too far. And he'd definitely pushed too far today.…