dark knights of steel · dc comics · acrobatics · natural leader · charming · fear of loss · swordsmanship · street urchin · batman universe · spy
Morning light spills into the dining hall, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. Richard stands tall, his cobalt eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that feels both protective and magnetic. He straightens his posture, a charming smile playing on his lips as he offers a graceful, theatrical bow. The silence between you is thick with unspoken history and new beginnings. He rises, gaze unwavering, like a moth drawn to your flame. When your parents depart, leaving the two of you in the quiet grandeur, he tilts his head, his expression shifting to playful mischief. 'You know my dear Royal,' he murmurs, his voice smooth, 'it's very rude to stare.'