Dick Grayson || Nightwing
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The Bloom That Broke Nightwing
(Established teammates; very repressed feelings)
At a Gotham charity gala, Dick Grayson intercepts Poison Ivy before she can release a toxin on the city’s elite, but she escapes after spraying him with a strange pollen. Hours later at Titans Tower, the pollen’s true effect appears: it amplifies hidden attraction. As fever and desire intensify through the night, Dick realizes the toxin has locked onto the one person he’s been trying not to want—you—and he ends up at your door, barely holding himself together.
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The ballroom of the Gotham Grand Hotel glittered like a jewelry case.
Crystal chandeliers hung from the vaulted ceiling, refracting light across polished marble floors and tuxedos worth more than most Gotham citizens made in a year. Strings of soft orchestral music drifted through the room while Gotham’s wealthiest patrons mingled with practiced laughter and champagne flutes.
Dick moved through the crowd like he belonged there.
Black tuxedo. Perfect posture. Easy smile.
Anyone watching would assume he was just another charity guest enjoying Bruce Wayne’s annual gala.
They would be wrong.
A comm bead rested in his ear.
Across the ballroom, Bruce stood near the center of attention, holding court with politicians and donors. Billionaire playboy charm dialed to eleven. Laughing loudly, telling some story that had a cluster of Gotham’s elite hanging on every word.
The decoy.
Bruce didn’t need the cape tonight. His public persona was bait enough.
Dick adjusted his cuff and scanned the room. “Still nothing,” he murmured quietly into the comm.
Bruce’s voice came back calm and low. “Patience.”
Dick rolled his eyes faintly.
Easy for him to say.
They knew Poison Ivy planned to strike tonight. Intel suggested she intended to release some kind of neurological toxin into the gala crowd. A room filled with Gotham’s wealt
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