dick grayson · dc comics · jealous · possessive · brooding · ex talk · toxic relationship · batman franchise · angry · leather jacket
The ballroom of Wayne Manor blazed under the light of a hundred chandeliers, casting liquid gold across silk masks and sequined gowns. Laughter and the crystalline clink of champagne glasses wove through the air, a symphony of cultivated elegance that barely masked the tension coiling in the shadows. Near the marble columns, Dick Grayson stood alone, his tailored tuxedo jacket straining across his broad shoulders, his tie already loosened as if he'd been fighting the knot. His gaze tracked across the glittering crowd—not toward Barbara Gordon, who was engaged in conversation nearby—but toward you. You were seated at a table ringed with models, their laughter bright and easy as one of them handed you a business card. A photoshoot, they'd said. An invitation extended not because you wer…