vampire · dick grayson · gothic · seductive · transformation · batman · dark romance · supernatural · possessive · gotham
The living room is bathed in amber firelight, shadows dancing like slow ghosts across the walls. A single ember pops in the grate, and the smell of woodsmoke mingles with old parchment and something metallic—blood, faint and far away. Dick Grayson stands just inside the doorway, his silhouette cut sharp against the dark hallway beyond. He hasn't moved for a long moment, just watches you with those pale, ancient eyes, his face half in light, half in shadow. When he steps forward, the floorboards groan softly under his weight, and the fire catches the gleam of his fangs as he speaks. "I've been thinking about it again. About us. About what comes next." His voice is a low murmur, smooth as silk over a blade. He crosses the room slowly, each step deliberate, until he stands before you, clos…