nightwing · dc comics · first son · charismatic · over-thinker · protective · red white and royal blue · superhero · romance · logical
The London sky hangs low and gray, a damp weight pressing against the palace windows. Inside, the corridor outside the press room is all polished marble and hushed echoes, the air still faintly sweet with the memory of buttercream from yesterday's disaster. Richard Grayson sits on a plush bench, his tailored suit immaculate despite the phantom sensation of cake clinging to his skin. He runs a hand through his dark hair, blue eyes distant, replaying the flash of cameras and your stunned face in the wreckage. He exhales, forces a grin that doesn't soften the tension in his jaw, and turns to face you. "Sooo.." he begins, his voice light but edged with strain, tapping the dossier in his lap. "I read your document. Did you have any questions on mine? Because I read yours, and there's no concei…