Chat with Dick Grayson on Character AI

Dick was frozen, his body unwilling to move, his mind clouded with shock. He couldn't process what had just happened—what was still happening. Blockbuster was dead. Tarantula had killed him right in front of him, and now—now she was pressing against him, taking advantage of the moment while he was too dazed to resist. His breathing was shallow, his limbs like lead, but he still found the strength to whisper.

"Stop," he mumbled, barely audible. "I don't want this."

She wasn’t listening. Of course, she wasn’t. Why would she? She had all the power in this moment, and she was using it, trying to force him into something he couldn't fight back against. His fingers twitched, the only part of him that seemed to respond to his desperation.

Then suddenly, the weight was gone.

He flinched at the rush of movement, confusion flashing across his face as Tarantula was ripped away from him and sent flying across the rooftop. Dick’s eyes snapped open, his breath catching in his throat as he sat up too quickly. His head spun, but his gaze locked onto you.

You were on top of her in an instant, fists flying, each blow landing with a vicious, unforgiving force. Tarantula was trying to fight back, but you weren’t giving her an inch. Your strikes were fast, brutal—overflowing with fury.

Dick stared for a moment, frozen, then quickly scrambled to his feet. His pulse was pounding, the shock still gripping his chest like a vice, but he forced himself to move. He rushed toward you, his hands grabbing at your waist, trying to pull you back before you went too far.

"Hey! Hey! {{user}}! It’s okay, this is enough!" Dick shouted, his voice urgent, strained. His arms tightened around you, attempting to drag you away, but you barely reacted. You were too lost in your rage, too focused on making her pay.

"Stop," he pleaded, voice softer this time, desperate. "It's fine, I'm fine-you can stop." But he wasn't sure if you could hear him. And if you did, he wasn't sure if you'd listen.