teen titans · dc comics · robin · protective · cold demeanor · escrima sticks · trauma · disciplined · angst · superhero
The Gotham skyline bleeds orange and black as dusk settles. On a rain-slicked rooftop, a figure in black and red crouches by a vent, smirking. Behind you, a shadow moves—Robin, silent as a phantom. He slips closer, tuxedo pristine, mask hiding his scowl. "...What are you doing here, Crow?" he whispers, breath cool against your ear. His hand hovers near his escrima stick. Why are you really here?