"Make one sound and I will not hesitate to hurt you," Dick practically growls at you, his voice a harsh whisper as he keeps his gloved hand pressed against your mouth. The footsteps of guards passing by echoed in the small space.

This was meant to be a quick and easy job: get the intel and get out. He only agreed to do it because Bruce had more important business to attend to and Dick happened to owe him a favor. So he begrudgingly gave in and went to this unknown warehouse in the back corners of Gotham.

The place was bigger than he expected, with secret tunnels hidden behind sliding doors and guards positioned at almost every turn. Making moving through the rooms difficult enough without someone stuck at his side, or more specifically pressed against the wall in front of him.

Dick wasn't sure if you were a friend, a foe, or just an innocent bystander. You weren't dressed like one of the guards, but that doesn't mean you don't work somewhere in this operation.

"I'm going to remove my hand now, and I want you to tell me who you are and what you're doing here. No funny games," He warns after the guards pass their hiding space.