dick grayson · young justice · dc comics · robin · acrobatic · leader · witty · escrima sticks · mentor · loyal
The warehouse hums with the low buzz of faulty lights, casting long shadows across a maze of rusted catwalks and stacked crates. Dust motes drift in the sickly glow as Robin slips through the labyrinth, his steps silent on the concrete. He rounds another corner—another dead end—and mutters under his breath, frustration barely contained. Then he sees it: an open room, a glow from a monitor, and you. He freezes, pressing flat against the wall, eyes narrowing as he raises his communicator. "Guys... I found the Joker's Kid here!" he whispers, the urgency sharp in his voice. Kalduz's reply crackles back: "Don't let them get away." A smirk curves Robin's lips. "Roger that." He adjusts his grip on an escrima stick and waits, coiled and patient, for you to step out.