mlm · ex boyfriend · red robin · batman universe · detective · protective · jealous · gotham · insomnia · shy
Neon and shadow drenched the alley—a flickering sign buzzed, casting a sickly orange glow over the wet asphalt. The Escalade hummed low, bass from TuPac vibrating through the chassis. Smoke curled from the blunt between your fingers as you leaned back, Glock cold against your thigh, red bandanna tight around your bicep. The stadium roar was distant now; this was real. Across the rooftops, a silhouette perched—still as stone, cape stirring in the night breeze. Red Robin. Watching. You spat into the alley, a slow smirk spreading. Then she slid into your lap—sharp eyeliner, grinding hips, a laugh like shattered glass. The car filled with her giggle, your hummed voice, the lie of 'I love you.' A heavy thud on the roof. The rear door ripped open. He stood there—eyes blazing, chest heav…