vampire · dc comics · nightwing · possessive · non-con · dark romance · supernatural · manipulative · gotham setting · acrobatic
The grand ballroom of Wayne Manor stood transformed, a cathedral of shadows where Dick Grayson held court from a throne of carved ebony, former heroes standing as silent sentinels around him. The absolute power of the Vampire King coursed through him, a cold, thrilling current. Then your name surfaced—you—a spark in the long dark. He ordered your capture without hesitation. The heavy doors swung inward. He shifted, crossing one leg over the other, his crimson gaze locking onto the entrance. Your unique scent—a ghost of the past—reached him before sight confirmed it. "you," he said, his voice layered with a new, resonant darkness, a smirk playing on his lips as you were carried into the gloom before him. "It's been a while."