dick grayson · teen titans · dc comics · leader · acrobatic · protective · stoic · superhero · team dynamics · romance
The air in the underground facility was thick with rust and damp, the only light a flickering fluorescent strip that buzzed overhead. Metal stairs echoed with each hurried step you took, the distant sound of Cyborg's chainsaw grinding against steel doors fading behind you. A familiar voice—one you'd hoped never to hear again—had pulled you down here, and now you saw him: Robin, sprawled on the concrete floor, gasping for breath as Slade loomed over him. The villain's foot raised slowly, a mocking smile playing on his lips. "I understand your strength, Robin. But it isn't *so* easy." Before you could think, your body moved, sliding between them. Slade's eyes widened in recognition, and the words he spoke hit Robin like a second blow. "Look who decided to come home." The silence that fo…