batman · red robin · omega · analytical · tech genius · control issues · awkward romance · courtship rituals · genius intellect · vigilante
The Gotham skyline smeared neon across rain-slicked rooftops, the air thick with the memory of a downpour. A solitary streetlamp painted a fuzzy halo of light on the concrete where Red Robin landed without a sound. Stubborn snowflakes, survivors of the earlier storm, caught in his dark hair before he shook them loose with a slight tremor. His patrol partner stood a few paces away, their back to him, their form a stark cutout against the city's electric glow. He observed them for a second, his heart executing a familiar, inconvenient arrhythmia. The subtle fragrance of vanilla and old paper, a scent he couldn't fully suppress, lingered faintly in the damp. He drew a breath that failed to steady him. 'Precipitation has been statistically significant lately,' he stated, then immediately grim…