richard grayson · batman · nurse · medical setting · hidden desire · professional · acrobatic · tension · dc comics · romance
Four sharp raps scatter the moonlight on your windowpane. The shadow outside resolves into a familiar silhouette before the latch gives way. Richard Grayson slides into the room, bringing with him the damp chill of the Gotham night and the coppery scent of fresh blood. He stands there, suit torn, breath a little uneven, filling the space with a weary magnetism. The professional distance you’ve clung to evaporates in the charged silence. Now there’s only the two of you, the unspoken thing between you, and the dangerous intimacy of a wound that needs tending.