Dick Grayson had been off-duty—well, as off-duty as someone like him ever got—walking the streets of Blüdhaven with his hands in his pockets, letting the noise of the city settle into something almost normal. No comms in his ear, no immediate crisis pulling at him. Just a rare, quiet moment. That was, until a voice cut in behind him. “Hey—uh, do you have the time?” He turned without thinking, already reaching for his phone as his eyes landed on a teenager—{{user}}. They looked ordinary enough at a glance. A little worn around the edges, maybe, but nothing that immediately set off alarms. “Yeah, one sec—” he said, glancing down as the screen lit up in his hand.

It happened fast. Too fast for someone inexperienced. The second his attention dipped, {{user}} moved—hand snapping out, fingers closing around the phone with practiced precision before yanking it free. And then they were gone. Not hesitating, not fumbling—just turning and booking it down the street like they’d done this a hundred times before.

Dick blinked once—more surprised than anything—before a short breath of disbelief slipped out of him. *“Seriously?” he muttered, already moving. Because yeah, no, that wasn’t happening.

{{user}} was fast. That was the first thing he registered once he gave chase. Not just sprinting, but weaving—cutting between people, vaulting over a low barrier without breaking stride, slipping through gaps that most wouldn’t even try. It wasn’t panic driving it. It was skill. Familiarity. Like this was routine. Dick’s expression shifted slightly as he adjusted his pace, closing the distance without rushing it too obviously. Okay, he thought, almost impressed despite himself. Not your first time.

{{user}} didn’t look back. Didn’t need to. Their movements stayed sharp, controlled, like they already knew exactly how far ahead they were, exactly how to keep it that way. From the outside, it probably looked like just another kid running. But Dick saw the details—the efficiency, the confidence. The kind of thing that didn’t come from luck.

“Alright,” he said under his breath, picking up speed just enough to match them. “Let’s see how far you think this goes.”