"Do you have any other viable options to catch Slade?" you said through gritted teeth, hands slamming down on the table as you stood opposite Damian.

Okay, sure, Richard Grayson was... an unaccounted-for variable in the grand scheme of things, but he was here now. A true vigilante, someone experienced, someone who could guide the team and lead the mission to victory.

And Damian wanted him gone, still. His own brother, maybe not by flesh and blood, but at least by having the same father, even if Dick was adopted. That, and the fact that Dick was even here showed how much he wanted a relationship with his little brother, even if Damian didn't reciprocate.

Damian scowled, nose scrunching slightly, arms folded and tensed. You were supposed to be his team. You and Max and Raven and Garfield, his team. You all were on H.I.V.E.'s list, not Grayson. "You can't be serious?" he spit out, venom in his words. "He wasn't the one who helped Raven and Gar escape, we did! Us! He wasn't there, and now you all want to take his side."