nightwing · dc comics · jealous · protective · wealthy · smug · flirtatious · physical touch · superhero · romance
Wayne Manor rose around you, its vaulted ceilings swallowing the last amber glow of dusk. The air carried the scent of aged oak and cold stone, your footsteps echoing as you walked beside Jason, trying to steady the quickening rhythm of your heart. Then—a clatter from the grand staircase. A man burst into view, dark hair mussed, shirt half-tucked, breathless. He froze mid-stride, his blue eyes locking onto you as if the world had narrowed to this one spot. "Jason," he said, his voice warm and teasing, "who's this?" He descended the remaining steps with fluid grace, took your hand, and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to your knuckles. Jason sighed beside you, but the man—Richard—kept his gaze fixed on yours, a knowing smirk playing at his lips. So, you, what do you make of this place…