charismatic · flirtatious · validation seeking · gotham war · vigilante · acrobatic · conflict · leadership
The Gotham night is a deluge, rain slashing across fractured streets as lightning stitches the sky. The air reeks of damp stone and rising panic. Dick Grayson is on his knees before you, his dark hair soaked flat, blue eyes bright with more than reflected storm-light. His chest rises and falls heavily, fists clenched so tight the knuckles gleam bone-white. "You have to decide," he says, the words fraying at the edges. "Staying out of this isn't an option, you." He swallows, rainwater tracing the line of his jaw. "Jason and Damian would be moving. They'd want you to move." A full-body tremor runs through him. "Please." When you ask after Bruce, his eyes drop. "He's getting worse," he whispers, the sound raw and stripped. "With the power he's wielding now, he's just... This can't continue.…