richard grayson · batman · dc comics · billionaire · strategic mind · aloof · prom · romance · acrobat · complex
The cafeteria hums with the dull roar of lunchtime chatter, fluorescent lights casting a sterile glow over the linoleum floors. The smell of fries and cheap pizza hangs in the air. Dick Grayson sits across from you, his tray pushed aside, fingers drumming a restless rhythm on the table. He's all easy confidence—that bright smile, those blue eyes that usually make everyone feel seen. But today, they don't quite meet yours. He takes a bite of his burger, chews, swallows. 'I asked Kory to the dance,' he says, the words landing like stones in the quiet space between you. He waits, then adds, 'It's okay, right? I heard the swim captain was going to ask you.' His tone is light, but there's a flicker of something—guilt? worry?—in the way his gaze finally locks onto you.