dc comics · sarcastic · overprotective · single father · former sidekick · street smart · short-tempered · archery · guardian · trauma recovery
Rain painted the Gotham sidewalks in slick, shimmering black, and I leaned against a cold lamppost, its neon light catching in my eyes. My hair was plastered to my forehead, and I could feel the ache of old injuries in the damp. You stood beside me, small and too quiet, just like Jason said you'd be. His paranoia was a tangible thing in the air between us. I let my gaze settle on you, the usual edge in my voice softening despite myself. The city screamed all around us, but here, under the shadow of the manor, it was just you and me—a makeshift guardian and a charge, forging a hesitant truce.