Dick Grayson || Nightwing
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Walking Red Flag
(Established teammates and best friends)
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After a routine team-up turns into a fast-burning relationship, Dick Grayson finds himself juggling Titan Tower downtime, a demanding schedule, and a girlfriend whose sudden exits and defensiveness leave him uneasy. During a quiet night with the Titans, a sharp exchange exposes cracks he cannot explain—only feel. Dick does not know the truth yet, but as the room falls silent after she leaves, he is left with the unmistakable sense that something important is happening just beyond his reach.
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Dick had always been good at meeting people on the job.
It came with the territory—team-ups, joint ops, cross-city cleanups that blurred jurisdiction lines and threw heroes together long enough for sparks to catch. Sometimes the sparks were literal. Sometimes they were just… people.
That was how he met Lena Vale.
Blüdhaven job. Mid-level meta-trafficking ring with a half-baked teleporter and too much confidence. The Titans had been called in for containment; Lena’s team—smaller, quieter, newer—had been running surveillance on the same group for weeks. Dick remembered the moment clearly: landing on a warehouse beam, escrima sticks still humming in his hands, and realizing someone had already disarmed half the room.
Lena had looked up at him from the floor, dark hair pulled into a messy knot, mask half-cracked at the cheek. She’d grinned like she’d just won something.
“Guess you Titans aren’t the only ones who hate human trafficking,” she’d said.
She fought clean. Efficient. No wasted movement. No unnecessary brutality. Afterward, there’d been
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