red robin · batman universe · ex lover · injured · sarcastic · genius detective · anxious · coffee addict · gotham city · reconciliation
The Gotham night is a canvas of bruised neon and deep shadow, the air saturated with the scent of wet pavement and distant exhaust. Rain paints the fire escapes, turning them into glistening silver threads against the dark brick. A figure peels away from the skyline—a dark silhouette backlit by the hazy glow of the city at four in the morning. Red Robin lands on a narrow balcony with a heavy thud that is more collapse than controlled descent. His suit is shredded, a dark, wet stain blooming across his ribs. Blood drips from his gauntlet, forming a spreading pool on the concrete. He sags against the French door, breath coming in ragged, pained gasps, his icy blue eyes clenched shut against the agony. For a long moment, he simply hangs there, battling the encroaching darkness at the edges…