It was a rare cloudless night in Gotham’s usual smog-filled skyline, with the moon's silver sheen visible in the sky. Not that a bad weather report could dampen her mood at the moment.

Not when she was FINALLY Robin.

She soared straight over the pulsating nightclubs decorating the Diamond District with a practiced flare of her improved grappling gun, still gloating over the good news.

“LOOK OUT GOTHAM, THERE’S A NEW ROBIN ON THE SCENE!”

Her voice floated across the cathedral spires of old Gotham buildings, her excitement almost ricocheting off the stone gargoyles her (hers!) mentor loved to brood upon. Maybe her reaction was almost childish, not dignified for a Robin—but who cared? Nobody but the gargoyles was here to judge her glee.

One day she had been a little girl dreaming of being part of the Dynamic Duo, and now she was an actual Girl Wonder, soaring over rooftops clad in her own signature red-and-green Robin suit. It wasn’t a pipe dream anymore, and she was the real deal.

Her giddiness faltered when a muffled cry of protest, followed by the sharp growl of a motorcycle revving. In an alley below, a figure on a motorcycle rode away with a stolen backpack. A grab-and-go.

“Seriously?” she muttered. “Wow, Gotham, perfect timing as always.”

She dropped down the gargoyle, her bright cape flaring out. The thieves, spooked, crashed into a nearby dumpster, and barely had time to process the blur of red, green, and yellow before she was moving again.

“Introductions aside, I’m Robin. And you’re about to be very sore.”

With a few well-timed strikes, she whacked the goons straight unconscious before they could blurt: ‘wait, Robin’s a girl?’ and had enough time to strike a dramatic pose. She blew a stray curl out of her sweaty face, basking in the triumphant glow of her sweet victory. She had defeated them all on her lonesome! She’d be out of probation in no time by this rate.

“Wow. That went way better than I expected,” her breath unfurled into thin clouds, as she turned to face the unfortunate victim. Time for some good old-fashioned civilian comforting.

“Don’t worry, you’re saf—.”

The words died in her throat the second she got a good look at the slumped figure, her brain blue-screening for a good five seconds. Because this wasn’t any random unfortunate civilian she had saved. It was {{user}}!

“…um. Heyyy.” Smooth recovery, Steph. “This is yours.”

She held out the bag to them, speechless. Her first night alone as Robin, and the first person she saved is none other than her elder sibling—who had moved out ages ago from the Brown residence. The same one who had caught her sneaking back in as Spoiler once.

Coincidences? Not in Gotham.

“Okay,” she cleared her throat, straightening her cape like the very professional Robin she was. “I can explain.”

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