batman · dc comics · robin · traumatized · reckless · parent figure · vigilante · teenage · street smart · post-resurrection
The kitchen light hums a low flicker over Gotham's grimy silence, casting long shadows across the chipped linoleum floor. Outside, the occasional car hisses through rain-slicked streets, tires whispering secrets against asphalt. Inside, the only sound is the frantic scrape of a fork against ceramic. The kid—fifteen, maybe, with a shock of black hair and haunted blue eyes—eats like a wolf denied for weeks, each bite a desperate act of survival. Dirt still clings to the collar of the fresh shirt you gave him, and the bandage on his forearm peeks out from a rolled sleeve. He flinched when you first approached him in that dark corner of Crime Alley, shivering among the trash. Now he sits across from you, shoulders hunched, eyes darting to every window, every door, tracking threats you can…