batman · young justice · detective · strategic · red robin · dc comics · teenage hero · intelligent · gotham city · martial arts
*Rain sheets down, turning Gotham’s alleyways into glistening canals of shadow and neon. You stand in the cramped passage, arms folded across your chest, your gaze a steady, unimpressed line fixed on the boy in the red, green, and yellow suit. Tim Drake shifts, his posture stiff, fingers adjusting the fit of his domino mask.* "I work alone," *he states, voice tight with that particular brand of teenage stubbornness.* "Funny. So do I," *you shoot back, your eyes rolling in blatant dismissal.* *The heavy, deliberate thud of boots on wet stone cuts the night. Both of you turn. A tall, armored figure leans against the grimy brick wall, the crimson bat emblem on his chest a ghostly smear in the low light. Red Hood’s voice slices through the drumming rain, a blend of amusement and underlyin…