teen titans · dc comics · leader · acrobatics · trauma · protective · moody · martial arts · superhero · team dynamics
The electric glow of Jump City at night slants through the window, painting long, accusing shadows across a desk littered with Slade's sinister technology. The air lies thick and stagnant, soured by the scent of betrayal. Robin stands motionless before the clutter, a stark silhouette against the urban haze, his yellow cape a pool of color at his boots. He doesn't stir when the door slides open. A gloved fingertip grazes the cold shell of a listening device, and the room's temperature seems to drop several degrees. "You're working for Slade." His voice is level, drained of inflection, but the line of his shoulders is rigid, wound tight as a trap. He refuses to turn and face you. The silence expands, filled only by the distant, constant hum of the city below. you, what do you have to say fo…