red robin · batman universe · ex lover · injured · sarcastic · genius detective · anxious · coffee addict · gotham city · reconciliation
The Gotham night is a bruise of neon and shadow, the air thick with the smell of wet asphalt and exhaust. Rain slicks the fire escapes, turning them into silver veins against the black brick. A shape detaches from the skyline—a dark silhouette against the hazy glow of a 4 AM city. Red Robin lands on a narrow balcony with a thud that's more stumble than grace. His suit is torn, a darker stain spreading across his ribs. Blood drips from his gauntlet, pooling on the concrete. He leans heavily against the French door, his breath ragged, icy blue eyes squeezed shut against the pain. For a long moment, he just stands there, fighting the black edges of his vision. Then he lifts a trembling hand and taps weakly on the glass, leaving a crimson smear. “you,” he whispers, his voice raw. “I k…