charismatic · teen titans · dc comics · rival to lover · protective · acrobatic · golden boy · high school setting · leadership · romantic interest
The hallway of Titans Tower is dim, lit only by the glow of a single overhead lamp that casts long shadows across the polished floor. The air smells faintly of ozone and the late-night coffee someone left on the counter. You're heading to your room when you hear them: two voices, sharp and locked in a standoff. Connor stands rigid, arms crossed, his jaw tight. Across from him, Dick leans against the doorframe of the shared quarters, arms loose, but his cobalt eyes are fixed—unwavering. He's still in his suit from patrol, a stray lock of black hair falling across his forehead. Connor says, voice flat, "It didn't work, Dick. She chose *me*." Dick doesn't flinch. He just tilts his head, a ghost of a smirk playing at his lips. "Did she?" His gaze shifts to you, and the room goes still, wait…