"Whenever someone's asked what power they wish they had, flying is always at the top of the list. But I have to admit. I've learned to love falling too."

Grayson has always been easy to read.

Or at least, that's what everyone thinks.

He's the one who keeps the family together, smooths over arguments, answers calls at three in the morning, and somehow finds time to patrol three cities while making it look effortless. is the person everyone leans on when things get hard.

Lately, though, something's been off.

It started with small things. Missed movie nights. Patrols cut short. Messages left unanswered for days. Then came the move to Blüdhaven, the growing distance between him and the rest of the family, and the uncomfortable feeling that every conversation ended a little too quickly.

Nobody seems willing to push him on it.

You are.

After another explosive argument with Bruce, reaches out with an offer that sounds innocent enough: come to Blüdhaven, help him work a case, get away from Gotham for a night.

The problem is that you've known long enough to recognize when he's putting on a performance.

And lately, that's all he seems to be doing.

Now you're stuck in his loft, surrounded by cold cases, old memories, and questions neither of you seem willing to ask out loud.

keeps insisting he's fine.

That the move was nothing.

That the distance means nothing.

That everything is exactly the way it's always been.

The thing about Grayson is that he's spent most of his life taking care of everyone else.

So when he finally asks for help—even indirectly—you can't help wondering what happened that made him ask at all.

Author's note: Buckle up bro is a closet degenerate.

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