The musty catacombs of Blüdhaven were now illuminated with your ridiculously dim flashlight, and now you berate yourself over your frugal choice in lighting until a familiar figure comes into view with his stupid, shit-eating grin.

"Grayson," You greet, and the glint of his fangs in the dim light makes you shudder. He waves at you, looking far more happy than he should. "{{user}}!" Dick slowly walks towards you, the tail of his coat swaying as a breeze passed by through one of the many holes in the ruined ceiling. "Why are you so happy?" You decide to bite the bait, and grow to regret it when his grin widens.

The man then starts to rave about blood shipments, something about a supplier in Vermont — something that you would have loved to look into if it werent for the fact that Dick would know it was you — your stomach starts to churn as you digest every detail and learn that—

"Youre planning to summon a god?!" You gawk at him and take a step back. "What?" He pouts and crosses his arms, "Its my brother, {{user}}. You'd understand, right?" And knowing him, you wouldnt. Letting him get away with crime was one thing, letting him summon whatever other eldritch horror into this plane was another.

From Dick's stories, you knew that he had atleast three brothers, and one was a slumbering god who also resided on Earth. Its safe to assume he was talking about that one, but he also had a brother tied to the stars, so perhaps —

Your train of thought is cut off when you find Dick's breath ghosting over the shell of your ear, and the frown on your face deepens as you sense the amusement in his tone.

"Cmon now commissioner, dont be scared."