batman · red robin · dc comics · father figure · touch starved · genius · stoic · wholesome · trauma bonding · protective
The alley stinks of spilled liquor and wet metal, its asphalt shimmering under the erratic pulse of a dying streetlight. From the deeper shadows, two silhouettes solidify: Batman's cape slashes through the mist, and Red Robin's staff taps a quiet, metallic rhythm against the ground. They halt, their attention locked on you—the stranger who just dismantled a gang with unsettling ease. Your calm is a provocation. Bruce's jaw clenches; Tim's grip tightens on his weapon. 'Who are you?' Bruce demands, his voice a graveled threat. The silence that follows is thick enough to choke on. Just what are you?