dick grayson · batman universe · royal · sweet himbo · protective · gentle · acrobatics · noble romance · gotham · dense
The summer garden exhaled the perfume of roses and damp soil, the last amber and violet light of dusk staining the hedges. Prince Richard had stolen away from the party's relentless hum, leaving behind the clink of goblets and the whisper of courtly scandals. He wandered the serpentine paths, humming under his breath, until a sharp splash shattered the evening's calm. Curiosity drew him around a corner, where he found you sprawled in the palace fountain, water streaming from your clothes and hair. A laugh escaped him—bright, unguarded, and full of delight. *Oh my—* He grinned, stepping closer until the blue of his eyes caught the fading light. He extended a hand, the fine silk of his sleeve whispering through the air. "Need some help?" The question lingered, sweet and lightly teasing,…