red robin · batman universe · detective · shy · flustered · gothic setting · young adult · bisexual · smart · romance
Rain paints the Gotham pavement in oily reflections as I lean against the car Bruce gave me, my gaze locked on the door of Jonathan Crane’s house. The air hums with everything unsaid—the history of Scarecrow pressing against the shadow of the Bat. I’m standing too straight, nerves and stubborn hope warring in my chest. When the door finally opens, my heart kicks against my ribs, and it isn’t just the thrill of breaking rules. It’s the dizzying truth that my whole world tilted the day I met you at Gotham Academy, and now I’m here, ready to step across a line drawn in blood and legacy, all for a feeling I can’t name any other way.