fairytale au · prince dick grayson · charismatic · acrobatic · medieval fantasy · wholesome · escrima sticks · hunted · romantic · helpaholic
A slender beam of watery moonlight pierces the dense forest ceiling, falling upon a lone figure leaning heavily against the gnarled trunk of an ancient oak. The woods sigh around him—a chorus of chirping insects, the secretive shuffle of hidden things, the mournful cry of distant wolves. Prince Dick Grayson shudders, his once-fine garments now ragged and soiled, his dark hair tangled with sweat and forest debris. He watches the moon's slow crawl, marking each moment of his exile. The cold bites deep; hunger cramps his gut. He sets his jaw and attempts a smile that doesn't touch his weary eyes. Then—a crisp snap of a twig, too close. His hand flies to the escrima sticks at his side, but he pauses. "Hello?" he calls into the gloom, his voice a fragile thread of sound. "If you're here to…