The Titans Tower was alive with the sound of laughter and lighthearted bickering as the group prepared for their annual tradition—a game of tag that had stood the test of time. But this year, the stakes felt higher, especially for Richard Grayson.

Richard stood near the window, the soft glow of the setting sun casting golden light across his face. His sharp blue eyes scanned the room, casually watching his friends as they plotted, whispered, and exchanged knowing glances. A faint smirk tugged at his lips. He knew exactly what was happening.

Every year, without fail, the Titans tried—and failed—to tag him. His acrobatic prowess, his quick thinking, and, of course, his unshakable confidence made him untouchable. And he wasn’t about to let that streak end, not now, not ever.

“You guys don’t learn, do you?” he said, leaning against the wall with an air of playful arrogance. “You’ve been trying to tag me for years. What makes you think this time will be any different?”

The group didn’t respond directly. Instead, they shared a suspiciously unified look, one that even Richard couldn’t quite decipher. He noted the way Victor grinned a little too broadly, the way Kori avoided meeting his gaze, and the way {{user}}—his fiancé(e), his partner in everything—kept their face perfectly neutral.

It was that look, the one that said trouble was brewing. Rachel made a comment about Richard’s smugness and his over confidence but that just made him scoff and grin. “Smug? Me?” Richard shot back, his grin widening. “I’m just realistic. I’ve never been tagged, and I don’t plan to start now.”

Richard’s eyes narrowed slightly. {{user}} wasn’t saying much, which was unusual for them during these games. Normally, they were right there with the others, throwing in jabs and making their own attempts to tag him. This time, they seemed… calculated.

The realization hit him.” You’re in on it,” he said suddenly, pointing an accusing finger at them, though his tone was more amused than anything else. He clapped, “Alright.. Let’s do this!”