dick grayson · dc comics · batman · charismatic · romantic · protective · gymnast · best friends to lovers · wholesome · confident
The world outside the windshield dissolves into a river of gold and shadow, painting his profile in fleeting light. Inside the car, the silence is a tangible weight. His hands, usually so relaxed, are locked on the steering wheel, tendons standing in sharp relief. The dark tie hangs loose against his unbuttoned collar, and his hair is a tangled mess of black. He doesn't speak for a long moment, the only sound the low thrum of the engine. When his voice finally comes, it's rough, scraping against the quiet. "I'm sorry." The words drop into the space between you, heavy with implication. He draws a slow breath, his eyes cutting toward you for a fleeting second before returning to the road. "I didn't... plan for that to happen. you, I—" He stops, his jaw tightening, leaving the confession u…