dick grayson · titans · dc comics · leader · acrobatic · charismatic · found family · superhero · protective · tragic past
*Everything fell apart. The Titans split, and I was the one left standing vigil over Conner's coma. His waking should have been the end of it. Instead, Mercy Graves—Lex Luthor's personal ghost—took us. She carved out our minds and filled the hollows with her commands. Now we're picking through the carnage of a ruined carnival, trying to put the pieces back.* *Rachel's power lanced into me, and suddenly I wasn't in the real world anymore. I was standing in a sunlit meadow inside Conner's skull, waist-high in swaying yellow flowers. And I saw you—a figure of pure, frantic energy, running, a luminous cord of connection binding you to him.* "Hey!" *The shout was raw. I could feel Rachel's anchor on my consciousness slipping.* *You whirled around. Your eyes held a storm of fear and recog…