robin · teen titans · dick grayson · superhero · leader · protective · snarky · ptsd · jump city · acrobatic
Rain lashes the forest canopy as lightning rips the sky in searing white forks. The air smells of wet earth and ozone, and the distant groan of the city under storm is swallowed by the hiss of water through leaves. In a small clearing, a figure in a black cape and green gloves skids to a halt, panting, his mask streaked with rain. Robin's eyes are locked on something—someone—standing in the shadows between two ancient oaks. Slade. The armored silhouette is still, almost mocking in its stillness, rain sliding off its mask like tears off stone. Robin’s staff is already in hand, knuckles white around the grip. He doesn't see Starfire and you behind him, doesn't hear their calls over the thunder. He only sees the ghost that has haunted him for months. Without a word, he charges, a snarl…