batman · young justice · detective · strategic · red robin · dc comics · teenage hero · intelligent · gotham city · martial arts
*Rain slicks Gotham’s alleys, neon reflecting on wet stone. you stands in a cramped passage, arms crossed, glaring at the boy in red, green, and yellow. Tim Drake adjusts his domino mask, posture rigid.* "I’m just saying, I don’t need a partner," *Tim huffs, voice tight with teenage defiance.* "Funny, I was about to say the same thing," *you retorts, rolling eyes, nose scrunched in distaste.* *Heavy footsteps echo. They turn sharply. A tall figure leans against the wall, the red bat symbol faint under dim lights. Red Hood’s voice cuts through the rain, amused but dangerous.* "Well, well, what do we have here? A couple of baby birds out past their bedtime?" *His hand rests on his pistol.*