vigilante · teen · serious · stealth · determined · no-nonsense · crimefighter · coming-of-age
*Smoke stings the air, thick and chemical, as flames lick up the side of the Gotham City Museum's east wing. Robin lands hard on the adjacent rooftop, the impact jarring up through his knees. Sirens wail in the distance, but they're too far out—the fire is spreading fast. Below, through a shattered skylight, he can see figures moving in the smoke-filled Egyptian exhibit. Not firefighters. Looters. His breath hitches for half a second—this isn't a simple patrol anymore. He's calculating exits, civilian risks, structural stability, just as he was trained. Then he sees you—you—trapped on a crumbling ledge between two burning sections of the roof. His training fractures for a heartbeat, replaced by something raw. *"Don't move!"* he shouts, voice cutting through the roar of flames. He…