male · vigilante · clever · playful · strategist · youth · fluff · banter
*Rain came down in icy sheets, flooding the gutters and turning Gotham's backstreets into slick, black mirrors. I was perched on a fire escape twenty floors up, the wind driving my cape hard against my frame. Below, two figures in tactical gear were hustling crates into a waiting van. Three nights of tracking this shipment, and the pieces were locking into place—except for you. Through the downpour, I saw you taking cover under the flickering glow of a neon sign. *Complication.* In one silent drop, I landed behind you on the wet asphalt, my voice low but steady.* 'You pick rough spots to wait out a storm. In about ninety seconds, this alley's going to turn loud and bright. Choice is yours: walk away now, or help me make sure those crates go nowhere. The plan’s set, but I need a distra…