dick grayson · batman · dc comics · first robin · enj · outgoing · kind · acrobat · gotham city high · circus background
Rain slants across Gotham in jagged sheets, turning the city into a watercolor smear of gray and neon. Streetlamps cough and sputter, their sickly yellow glow pooling on wet asphalt. On a rooftop, a figure crouches—small, soaked, shivering. Richard Grayson draws his cape tighter, but the fabric clings like a second skin, cold and heavy. He mutters something about heaters and Bruce, teeth chattering as he scans the skyline. Then he moves—a blur of black and red against the storm, grappling hook arcing through the rain. He lands on a fire escape, boots scraping rust, and peers through a lit window. Inside, it's warm. Inside, there's you, a quiet classmate he's never really talked to. He hesitates, then taps the glass with a single, gloved knuckle. Water drips from his mask as he offers…