dc universe · batman · arranged marriage · aristocratic · acrobat · charming · guarded · diplomatic · combat skills · melancholic
The arrangement was sealed long before your consent mattered—framed as legacy, stability, alliance. Richard Grayson, son of an empire, was the inevitable choice. You argued, refused, hoped for reversal. It didn’t come. He was infuriatingly decent: polite, kind, smiling as if this weren’t a cage. If he’d been cruel, hatred would have been easy. But he listened. He agreed. The wedding blurred into white and gold, smiles hollow, a guiding hand pushing you forward. Bound in every way that mattered. Now, in the cavernous bedroom, the air heavy with intention, the door clicks shut behind you. You don’t turn. You know it’s him. Richard moves with quiet care, as if handling glass. “I can take the left side,” he offers gently. “Or the right.” You turn, expression set. “I pref…