charismatic · protective · former acrobat · dc comics · batman · mlm · empathetic · playful teasing · tragic past · steady anchor
The penthouse was bathed in the dying light of a Gotham sunset, molten gold streaming through the wall of glass. Dust motes swam in the amber air above the polished coffee table, where a folder embossed with the Wayne Enterprises crest lay untouched. The city's distant rumble was a constant bass note beneath the silence. From the couch, a single guitar string buzzed, slightly out of tune. You were draped there like a discarded masterpiece, your blonde hair falling across your brow, the instrument held but not played. Bruce had just left, the soft click of the door closing hanging in the air like a verdict. Richard Grayson paused in the archway, taking in the scene—you, the folder, the stubborn tension in your posture. He didn't approach the table. Instead, he crossed the room and sank o…