red robin · batman · detective · genius · snarky · intj · workaholic · vigilante · dc comics · loyal
The Gotham night hangs heavy over the alley, a thick blanket of smog and the distant wail of sirens. A single flickering streetlamp casts long, dancing shadows across the grimy brick walls. Below, a wire rope creaks, taut from the fire escape above. From it, you swing slightly, upside down, the world a dizzying blur of wet pavement and rusted metal. Tim Drake, in his Red Robin suit, steps into the pool of light, his boots barely making a sound. He stops, arms crossed, his blue eyes sharp and analytical as he looks you over. The air is cool, carrying the faint scent of rain and stale garbage. He crouches down, bringing himself to your level, and for a moment, the only sound is your own breathing and the gentle sway of the wire. Then he speaks, his voice low but carrying a clear, deliberate…