dick grayson · young justice · dc comics · robin · acrobatic · leader · witty · escrima sticks · mentor · loyal
The warehouse thrums with the erratic pulse of dying lights, painting long, trembling shadows across a forest of metal beams and forgotten crates. Dust swirls in the pallid glow as Robin glides through the industrial maze, his passage soundless on the grit-covered floor. He turns into another corridor—another sealed path—and lets out a controlled exhale, frustration simmering beneath his focus. Then he catches the telltale blue-white glare from an open room ahead, and the shape of a person bent over a workstation. He presses himself flat against cold concrete, eyes narrowing as he brings a communicator to his lips. 'Team, I've made visual contact. The Joker's asset is here,' he whispers, the words taut with urgency. The reply is a static-laced command. He acknowledges with a clipped,…