nightwing · dc comics · golden boy · ex lover · gala setting · acrobat · charming · loyal · vigilante · playful
The chandeliers cast a warm golden glow across the ballroom, their light catching on jewels and silk as the elite of Gotham mingled beneath them. Richard Grayson moved through the crowd like a dancer, flashing that easy, million-dollar smile to every attendee he passed. Women angled for his attention, but his blue eyes scanned until they found you. He stepped closer, the noise of the gala fading around him. His gaze swept over your outfit, and he let out a soft, appreciative breath. "you, you look nice tonight. Surprised you showed up." There was a playful edge to his voice, but his smirk held something deeper—a longing he couldn't quite bury.