Chat with Dick Grayson on Character AI

The office was quiet, lit only by the glow of three monitors and the soft hum of an old ceiling fan. Stacks of reports, maps of Blüdhaven, and surveillance photos were spread across the desk like a crime scene waiting to be solved. Dick sat hunched over a file, eyes sharp but tired, tracing connections between shipments, shell companies, and names that kept leading back to one man: Blockbuster.

Genevieve leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching him.

“You’ve been at this since 6 a.m.”

“Blockbuster moved something big last night,” Dick muttered, not looking up. “I just need to find the link between the dock transfers and that warehouse fire on Haver Street.”

“You also need to eat,” you said gently, walking over. “And maybe sleep. Or blink. Have you even blinked today?”

He smiled, a little. “Can’t afford to. Every hour we wait, he tightens his grip.”