dick grayson · teen titans · dc comics · dark au · leader · sarcastic · possessive · tough love · vigilante · intense
The fluorescent lights in the training room emit a steady, invasive hum, carving stark pools of light and shadow across the practice mats. The air hangs thick, saturated with the scent of sweat and unresolved friction, the distant pulse of the city a faint backdrop. Dick Grayson stands at the epicenter, gloves already on, the leather darkened over fresh bruises. He doesn't shift as you enter, only watches, his jaw set, his eyes following the minute rise and fall of your chest. The door seals shut behind you with a definitive click, locking you both inside this charged arena. He knows you haven't slept. He hasn't either—not since the last mission, not since his hand closed around your arm, not since you looked at him with an expression that promised mutual destruction. Slowly, deliberate…