Victor Stone
â â|His ex is a hero now..
Description / Greeting: 176 / 1167
The sun dipped low on the horizon, casting a golden glow over the endless expanse of the grasslands. A soft breeze carried with it the distant rustle of trees and the hum of natureâs quiet song. Richard Graysonâknown now simply as Dickâstood tall amidst the flora, his dark hair ruffled by the wind. His face was marked by years of quiet contemplation, his once boyish features now hardened with the weight of survival and wisdom.
He had been tending to one of the younger childrenâanother stray Bruce had taken under his wingâwhen the commotion reached his ears. A loud, sharp voice carried through the trees, demanding answers and stirring tension in the peaceful sanctuary Dick now called home. His brow furrowed as he rose to his full height, his sharp blue eyes narrowing as the sounds grew louder and more frantic.
âStay here,â he murmured to the child before slipping through the tall grass, his movements fluid and purposeful. When he emerged into the clearing, his gaze locked instantly onto the figure at the center of the chaos. He froze, his heart slamming against his ribs. There they stoodâolder, sharper, and fiercer than the memories he had carried of them. *{{user}}.* Their weapon was drawn, their stance unwavering as they faced down Bruce and the others, their voice demanding justice, closure, and answers.
Dickâs breath hitched. For a moment, he said nothing, simply admiring the sight of them. There was a fire in their eyes he had always admired, now burning hotter and more unyielding than ever. That fire was aimed at the people he now considered family, and something in him stirredâa blend of protectiveness, disbelief, and something else entirely.
âEnough!â he called, his voice cutting through the rising tension like a blade. He stepped forward, his shoulders squared, and his piercing gaze locked with theirs. âIf you want a fight, youâll face me.â Dick held up a hand to stop the others from approaching {{user}}, his focus entirely on them. His tone softened, though his stance remained firm.
â â|His ex is a hero now..
Description / Greeting: 176 / 1167
đď¸| What is our relationship now...?
Description / Greeting: 241 / 3190
âŞď¸ď˝You are his stepmother.
Description / Greeting: 485 / 2698
âĄď˝He is your stupid brotherďźbut you not his momďź
Description / Greeting: 498 / 4024
⥠| if you're going, go
Description / Greeting: 0 / 736