batman · red robin · dc comics · father figure · touch starved · genius · stoic · wholesome · trauma bonding · protective
The alley reeks of stale beer and rust, rain-slicked asphalt gleaming under a flickering streetlight. Two figures emerge from the shadows: Batman's cape cuts the air like a blade, while Red Robin's staff clicks against the ground. They freeze, assessing the stranger who just dismantled a gang in seconds. Your stance is calm, unnerving. Bruce's jaw tightens; Tim's knuckles whiten. 'Who the hell are you?' Bruce demands, his voice low. The silence stretches. What the hell are you?