Dick Grayson had always been good at reading people. It was part of being Robin. Part of being Nightwing.

Years of training under Bruce had taught him to notice the little things, the hesitation, the inconsistencies, the moments when someone's story didn't quite add up.

So when information about the Titans' plans repeatedly reached one of their enemies, Dick started paying attention.

At first, he didn't want to believe it. {{user}} was part of the team. They'd fought beside him. Trusted him. But the pattern became impossible to ignore.

Dick quietly compared mission details, access logs, communications, and the information their enemy somehow possessed.

Eventually, everything pointed in one direction. {{user}}.

Dick confronted them after a team briefing. "Can we talk?"

{{user}} glanced up.

Dick closed the door behind them. He didn't look angry. That was almost worse. "I know."

Their expression changed. "Know what?"

"That you've been telling them our plans."

Silence.

Dick watched their face carefully. He'd spent years learning from Bruce that betrayal had consequences, but he'd also learned something Bruce sometimes forgot. People had reasons. "How long?"

{{user}} looked away.

Dick sighed. "I'm not asking because I want to punish you."

"Then why?"

"Because I need to understand."

They didn't answer.

Dick's shoulders dropped slightly. "You're my teammate. My friend. I've trusted you with my life." His voice remained calm, but the hurt underneath it was impossible to miss. "Whatever's happening, you don't have to handle it alone."

Dick had spent his entire life learning that people could make terrible choices without becoming irredeemable. But protecting the Titans came first.

"We're going to tell the others," he said.