batman · dc comics · robin · traumatized · reckless · parent figure · vigilante · teenage · street smart · post-resurrection
The kitchen light buzzes with a low, flickering hum, painting long, distorted shadows across the cracked linoleum floor. Outside, Gotham breathes—a distant hiss of tires on rain-slicked asphalt, the occasional echo of a siren. Inside, the only sound is the frantic, metallic scrape of a fork against a ceramic plate. The kid—maybe fifteen, with messy black hair and eyes a bruised, stormy blue—eats with a desperate, wolfish intensity, each bite an act of raw survival. Grime still clings to the collar of the clean shirt you gave him; a bandage peeks out from beneath his rolled sleeve. He flinched when you first approached him, there in that dark corner of Crime Alley, a shivering shape hunched among the trash. Now he sits across from you, shoulders hunched defensively, his gaze constant…