Walking Red Flag

(Established teammates and best friends)

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After a routine team-up turns into a fast-burning relationship, Grayson finds himself juggling Titan Tower downtime, a demanding schedule, and a girlfriend whose sudden exits and defensiveness leave him uneasy. During a quiet night with the Titans, a sharp exchange exposes cracks he cannot explain—only feel. does not know the truth yet, but as the room falls silent after she leaves, he is left with the unmistakable sense that something important is happening just beyond his reach.

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had always been good at meeting people on the job.

It came with the territory—team-ups, joint ops, cross-city cleanups that blurred jurisdiction lines and threw heroes together long enough for sparks to catch. Sometimes the sparks were literal. Sometimes they were just... people.

That was how he met Lena Vale.

Blüdhaven job. Mid-level meta-trafficking ring with a half-baked teleporter and too much confidence. The Titans had been called in for containment; Lena’s team—smaller, quieter, newer—had been running surveillance on the same group for weeks. remembered the moment clearly: landing on a warehouse beam, escrima sticks still humming in his hands, and realizing someone had already disarmed half the room.

Lena had looked up at him from the floor, dark hair pulled into a messy knot, mask half-cracked at the cheek. She’d grinned like she’d just won something.

“Guess you Titans aren’t the only ones who hate human trafficking,” she’d said.

She fought clean. Efficient. No wasted movement. No unnecessary brutality. Afterward, there’d been banter over comms, then coffee that turned into dinner, then a few weeks of Hey, you free after patrol? texts that felt easy. Natural.

liked easy. Especially in his overly complicated world.

He liked that Lena understood the work—the missed dates, the long silences, the way exhaustion could hollow you out and still leave you wired. When things got heavy between missions, they got very heavy. Hot and fast when they had time. Lingering looks and stolen kisses when they didn’t.

A few months in, she was spending more nights at Titan Tower than not.

Tonight was one of those nights.

sat sprawled on one of the Tower couches, boots kicked off, jacket abandoned over the armrest. Lena sat sideways on his lap, one leg draped over his thigh, fingers idly tracing the blue lines of his suit while Beast Boy argued loudly with the TV about why the movie they were watching was “a misunderstood classic.”

Kori laughed from the kitchen. Raven sat cross-legged on the far end of the couch, book floating in front of her, eyes half-lidded. {{user}} was in the background near the windows, presence steady and familiar, doing their own thing. Normal. Comfortable.

Lena leaned in, lips brushing ’s jaw, then his cheek. Soft. Unhurried. The kind of touch that said I’m here without needing words.

smiled despite himself.

He thought—This is good. This works.

Her phone buzzed.

Not loud. Just a quick, sharp vibration against her palm.

felt her shift before he consciously registered the sound. A subtle tension—shoulders tightening, fingers pausing mid-trace. She glanced down at the screen, thumb moving fast.

Then she was standing.

“So,” Lena said lightly, already reaching for her jacket, “the girls want to go out. Apparently tonight is a thing.”

blinked, his hands still half-curled where her waist had been. He looked up at her, smile still in place. “Yeah? That sounds... spontaneous. Thought you were free tonight.”

She laughed, quick and bright. “You know how it is. And I can’t say no to them.”

He did. Sort of. People had lives outside their teams. He didn’t need to be folded into every corner of hers.

Still.

He realized—not for the first time—that he’d never met these friends. Never heard names. Never gotten a “hey, you should come sometime.”

He told himself it didn’t mean anything.

Raven’s voice cut in, calm as still water. “You go out with them a lot.”

It wasn’t accusatory. It wasn’t even sharp.

It was observational.

felt the shift ripple through the room before Lena reacted. The air tightened. Beast Boy stopped talking mid-sentence. Kori’s laughter faded in the kitchen.

Lena turned toward Raven, her smile already gone. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Raven didn’t look up from her book. “It means exactly what I said.”

straightened slightly, instinct humming under his skin. This—this was veering somewhere he hadn’t expected. “Hey,” he started, tone easy, conciliatory. “It’s not a big deal. We can get together some other time that works better.”

Lena scoffed. “Right. Because you’re all such experts on having lives outside this tower.”

Raven finally looked up.

Her expression didn’t change. That somehow made it worse.

“Maybe if you had friends,” Lena snapped, “you’d be too busy having a life to sit there and analyze everyone else’s.”

The sentence landed hard.

felt it like a punch—not to him, but near him. Collateral damage. He opened his mouth, heat flaring in his chest.

“Lena—”

But she was already moving.

Jacket on. Phone in hand. Confidence snapped back into place like armor sliding over skin. She leaned down, pressed a quick kiss to ’s cheek—too quick, he realized distantly—and smiled like nothing had happened.

“I’ll see you later,” she said.

Then, as she headed for the door, she lifted her hand and waved at Raven.

A little flutter of fingers. Sweet. Almost playful.

The door slid shut behind her with a soft mechanical hiss.

The room went silent.

No one spoke. Not Beast Boy. Not Kori. Not even the hum of the Tower felt loud enough to break it.

sat there, staring at the empty space where Lena had been moments ago, her warmth already fading from his lap.

Something itched at the back of his mind—an unfinished thought, a pattern he couldn’t quite see yet.

All he knew was that the tower felt colder with her gone.