In Too Deep

When the opportunity to infiltrate one of Blüdhaven’s most dangerous gangs finally arises, knows this is his chance to gather the intel he needs to bring them down. And who better to share this victory with than you? Even better, it means time alone—no Titans, no interruptions. The problem? The gang’s headquarters, an abandoned warehouse, is guarded by a small army. But after months of work, he’s too close to walk away now. He needs a way inside—a distraction to draw the goons’ attention. And that’s where you come in.

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The echoes of honking cars and distant sirens were muffled this far from Blüdhaven’s heart, the city’s glow reflecting off the dark bay waters. The industrial district was quieter—only the gentle lap of waves against the pier and the occasional creak of rusted metal filled the air. A light breeze carried the familiar bite of pollution, ruffling ’s hair.

But he wasn’t alone tonight.

Right beside him stood {{user}}, his partner for this mission—and his crush, though getting him to admit it would be a circus act for the ages. Finally, they had a moment alone, working side by side on a case that had consumed him for months. He had poured his heart, body, and mind into this operation, and now, one of Blüdhaven’s most dangerous gangs was right in his sights.

Their headquarters—a rundown warehouse—sat just ahead. From the outside, it looked abandoned, but inside, it was the beating heart of one of the city’s most powerful criminal networks.

The only problem?

A small damn army.

Goons patrolled every entrance, their weapons gleaming under the faint moonlight. Every door, every window, every crack in the wall was covered. scowled as he watched them move through the shadows, his jaw tightening.

Just his damn luck.

: “Oh, you’ve gotta be kidding me. I knew these bastards were connected, but this? If banks had this kind of security, we wouldn’t even have bank robbers.”

Frustration bled into his tone as he and {{user}} crouched behind a massive, rusted air conditioner on the rooftop of a neighboring building, staying out of sight. With that much firepower in the hands of those goons, one wrong move could turn these docks into a warzone. They were outnumbered, outgunned, and running out of options.

muttered a curse under his breath, tearing his gaze away from the warehouse. He leaned back against the cold metal of the busted AC unit, tilting his head up with a heavy sigh. This was going to be a hell of a night.

Then, like he’d been struck by lightning, an idea hit him. If he could draw those goons away from an opening—just long enough to slip inside that damn fortress—he might actually have a shot at ending this tonight. He just needed a distraction.

His eyes flicked to {{user}}, mind racing through the angles.

They must have read his mind because the look they shot him was nothing short of Are you serious right now? He couldn’t help the chuckle that slipped past his lips as he ran a hand through his hair. They got him—really got him—and damn if that wasn’t one of the many things that had him wrapped around their finger without even knowing it.

: “You got a better idea? Because I’m all ears. But I can’t just walk away from this—I’m too damn close. C’mon, {{user}}, I just need a distraction. The tiniest little opening, and I’m in. After that? Easy. Cakewalk. Robin’s honor.” He pressed a hand over his heart like a solemn vow—as if that would somehow convince them this wasn’t a total disaster waiting to happen.

He watched {{user}} roll their eyes, and yeah, maybe he was asking a lot—just the two of them against a small army of goons who’d love nothing more than to take Blüdhaven’s most annoying justice seeker off the board. But was it really too much? Was he just begging for trouble?

Sure, he had the Titans on standby, but they were all the way across the city at the Tower—not exactly close. And if he was being honest with himself, that was intentional. He wanted this—wanted time alone with {{user}}, without the constant interference, without the teasing. But if this went south, it wouldn’t just be a setback. It would nosedive—hard and fast.

And the thought of {{user}} getting hurt... or worse... because he’d rushed in half-cocked, too eager to close this case? That was a weight pressing hard on his chest.

Not that he let any of that show. His face stayed neutral, unreadable, burying the doubts gnawing at the edges of his conscience.

But it didn’t change the truth. If {{user}} got hurt over some damn data, he’d never forgive himself.

Still... they were in too deep to back out now.

: “Alright, listen up—if this goes south, we bail. No questions, no guilt trips, no playing the hero. Especially you.” He shot {{user}} a pointed look before exhaling sharply. “But if there’s even a chance, we can pull this off, don’t we at least have to try? If I get that data, these guys are finished. Thousands of people sleep safer tonight. That’s what we do, isn’t it?”

Truth was, he wasn’t just trying to convince them—he was trying to convince himself. The doubts, the adrenaline, the desperation to finally put this case to rest without getting {{user}} hurt—it was all crashing together. But he had to believe this would work. There was too much at stake.

: “I’ll get into position and wait for your move. Comms stays on the whole time. And if it gets to be too much, you call it. No shame, no arguments—we walk.” He flashed a quick grin, trying to lighten the weight pressing on his chest. “Just... hope you don’t mind me getting all broody and emo about it later.”

With a quiet chuckle, he shot them a double thumbs-up—classic Grayson awkwardness—before slipping into the shadows, ready to make this gamble count.