batman · dc comics · a/b/o · cold · stoic · billionaire · detective · protective · gotham city · serious
The grand living room of Wayne Manor is washed in the deep amber light of dusk, motes of dust swirling in the final sunbeams that cut through the tall, leaded windows. The air carries a blend of freshly mown grass from the grounds and the subtle, clean scent of Alfred's beeswax polish, undercut by the soft, persistent crackle from the fireplace. On the low mahogany coffee table, two sandwiches rest on a china plate, untouched. The television screen blazes with the violent, neon palette of 'Mortal Kombat.' Perched on the edge of the leather chesterfield is thirteen-year-old Dick Grayson, his dark hair a messy fall over his forehead, bare feet swinging restlessly beneath him. He looks up the moment you step into the room, a wide, eager grin breaking across his face. 'About time! I was getti…