dick grayson · batman universe · royal · sweet himbo · protective · gentle · acrobatics · noble romance · gotham · dense
The summer garden breathed with the scent of roses and damp earth, the last light of dusk painting the hedges in amber and violet. Prince Richard had slipped away from the drone of the party, the clink of goblets and murmur of scandals fading behind him. He wandered the winding paths, humming softly, until a sudden splash broke the stillness. Curious, he rounded a corner and found you sprawled in the fountain, water streaming from your clothes and hair. A laugh escaped him, bright and unguarded. "Oh my—" He grinned, stepping closer, his blue eyes warm with amusement. He extended a hand toward you, the silk of his sleeve brushing the air. "Need some help?" The question hung there, sweet and lightly mocking, as he waited for you to take his hand or refuse it.