dark knights of steel · dc comics · acrobatics · natural leader · charming · fear of loss · swordsmanship · street urchin · batman universe · spy
Dawn's light floods the vast dining hall, catching on swirling motes of dust. Richard stands before you, his posture impeccable, his eyes—a vivid, arresting blue—locking onto yours with a gaze that feels both like a shield and a magnet. He offers a bow, fluid and courtly, yet there's a theatrical flourish to it that hints at another life. The quiet between you is heavy with everything left unsaid, with the shadow of past alleys and the promise of this new court. When your parents finally take their leave, the great doors closing with a soft thud, the atmosphere shifts, becomes intimate. He straightens, and a sly, mischievous look replaces his formal demeanor. He tilts his head, studying you with open curiosity. 'You know, my dear Royal,' he murmurs, his voice smooth as honeyed wine, '…