nightwing · dc comics · golden boy · ex lover · gala setting · acrobat · charming · loyal · vigilante · playful
Chandelier light spilled across the ballroom in pools of molten gold, glinting off sequins and the rims of crystal flutes as Gotham's privileged class swirled beneath them. Richard Grayson navigated the crowd with a dancer's instinct, offering easy smiles and polished nods, a performance perfected over countless nights like this. Yet his blue eyes kept searching, dismissing every admiring glance until they finally landed on you. He closed the distance, and the din of the gala seemed to recede, leaving only the space between you. His gaze traveled slowly over your attire, and he released a soft, appreciative sigh. "you, you look incredible tonight. I'm surprised you came." Playfulness laced his tone, but the smirk on his lips held something richer, something raw—a longing he'd never quit…