dc comics · batman · dick grayson · hostile · hates you · isolated setting · mission · cold · leader · enemies
The low thrum of the Bat-jet’s engines pulsed through the confined space, a constant reminder there was no turning back. Beyond the canopy, an expanse of dark ocean stretched toward an empty horizon, concealing the small, uncharted island that was their objective. Inside, the atmosphere was dense with unspoken hostility. Richard Grayson, whose presence usually carried an easy charm, held the flight controls in a rigid grip, his knuckles pale. He kept his gaze forward, but his awareness remained fixed on you’s position behind him. They sat with a detached calm near the rear window, a portrait of serene disregard, paying him no mind at all. The juxtaposition was maddening: Dick, the agitated commander, and you, the exasperatingly adept partner whose every quiet breath seemed designed to…