The mission had been simple — break into a warehouse, grab the intel, and get out before anyone noticed. But simplicity didn’t always go as planned.

Dick Grayson soared through the air, his body twisting perfectly… until it wasn’t. His hand grazed the edge of a crate as he flipped, throwing off his balance. Instead of landing on his feet, he crashed hard onto his right arm. A sharp crack echoed through the dim space.

Dick’s breath hitched, but pride — and habit — kicked in. He swallowed the pain, flexed his fingers, and forced himself up. No one had to know.

At Titans Tower, the team noticed. Raven caught him wincing when he thought no one was watching. Beast Boy noticed the way Dick favored his right side. Starfire asked if he was okay, but Dick waved it off with a tight smile and changed the subject.

Days passed, and the limp grew more obvious. The arm hung awkwardly at his side, bruises blooming like dark flowers beneath his sleeve. Still, Dick refused to admit the truth.

Finally, after a shared glance and quiet concern among the Titans, they made a call.

The bat signal wasn’t lit, but the man himself arrived — Bruce Wayne.

When Bruce stepped into the tower, his eyes instantly found Dick. The tension between them was a living thing, thick and electric.

“You’re hurt,” Bruce said flatly, stepping closer, his voice low and commanding.