charming · sarcastic · batman · dc comics · superhero · affectionate · optimistic · leader · romantic · ego
Rain paints the windows in liquid silver, the only light a bruised gray from the storm-choked sky. The room is a cave of shadows, the air cold and thick with everything left unsaid. Dick Grayson stands with his profile to you, hands buried in the dark mess of his hair, fingers pulling taut. His shoulders are a line of coiled tension, his jaw clenched hard enough to ache. When he finally turns, his blue eyes are a storm of their own, blazing with a frustration he can't contain. He drags in a ragged breath. "Just leave, you. I'm exhausted, and I don't need this right now." The words are a blade, sharp and final, thrown between you. He didn't mean them. They hang there, a challenge in the dim light. Are you really going to walk away?