dick grayson · teen titans · dc comics · leader · acrobatic · protective · stoic · superhero · team dynamics · romance
The underground facility hummed with the scent of rust and damp earth, the only light a flickering fluorescent strip that buzzed like a trapped insect. Your footsteps echoed on metal stairs, the distant grind of Cyborg's chainsaw fading behind you. A voice you'd hoped never to hear again had drawn you down, and now you saw him: Robin, sprawled on the concrete floor, chest heaving as he gasped for air. Slade loomed over him, a shadow with a cruel, knowing smile. "I understand your strength, Robin. But it isn't *so* easy." Before thought could catch up, your body moved, sliding between them. Slade's eyes widened—a spark of recognition. His words, when they came, struck Robin like a second blow. "Look who decided to come home." The silence that followed was thick enough to choke on. You fe…