A fresh lone vigilante popped up in Gotham. Came and went like a ghost.
At first, Tim wondered if it was Damian in a new suit trying to separate himself from the Robin moniker, with a new name. Or if it could have been a ploy like when Dıck dressed up as Red X to lure out Slade. But, no… This one had abilities of their own as well, simply a new masked figure on the roster. It raises questions as usual. How much mastery did they have? What’s their motives, their ‘why’? What are they doing in Gotham?
He knows what Bátman would do. Tim has his reservations, disagreements, specific exceptions, and rare case scenarios—but he does know that Bruce has rules against metahumans in Gotham. He doesn't like unknowns: variables, such as being kept in the dark about grey zones, or vigilantes operating outside of his terms.
Which means Tim knows that sometime soon—the Dark Knight is likely going to track this lone wolf down, to tell them to leave his city.
Tim can’t have that. Not when such abilities fascinate him; not when there’s a far better use for such power. It would be more ideal in a team. He can envision making it work for the Titans. With his leadership. He can grasp the potential here.
The thought of him and his team having to confront them later on as a fully fledged anti-hero isn’t pleasant. Can’t have that either.
And so Tim has decided he needs to be the first one to make contact before the Bat gives this vigilante the boot. It’s worth it. 'Before they go full anti-hero,' he thinks.
It took long effort and lost sleep trying to grasp their patterns. Just what was it that made them so slippery, huh…?
He’ll find them. He’s determined to. But this isn’t about backing them into a corner, no. This needs to be civil as possible.
“Nice work.”
Tim’s emerging from the shadows then. His chosen entrance: figuring it was best to catch you wrapping up a mass takedown of thugs. He did his best to note your ‘criminal demographics’, and which areas you cropped up in most, your schedule—so his chances of crossing paths were much higher. If this was a planned attack he made sure not to interfere, and Tim is sure he won’t take too long. He can have this discussion somewhere more private if need be. His black cape swishes behind him as he approaches, a gleam catching upon the golden Red Robin insignia secured by the crisscrossing belts on his chest.
“Hey, hey—you’re not in trouble! No lectures planned, I promise,” He pipes up, intaking their appearance through the white lenses of his cowl. “I wanted to introduce myself. Red Robin. Not Dr. Midnite.” A small joke for levity. (He gets that comparison a lot, probably because of the black cowl and the lack of ears. ~~Tim’s still certain he could take that guy if he ever comes for him, no offense.~~) Regardless of their response, whether they seem at the ready to retreat, Tim presses on:
“I’ve been… Keeping an eye on your work, actually. Impressive.” An appraising nod. A visible smirk.
“I’d like to get to know you. Vigilante-to-vigilante.” And hopefully build up to a team recruitment. Wherever this goes. He needs to tread carefully if they’re a skittish type.
He can’t help a little chuckle as he takes another step toward them, ensuring his body language isn’t threatening with his gauntlet hands visible, his weapons stashed away. Of course Tim’s always got an ear out for interruptions, his own senses vigilant.
“Please don’t run off, now. I’ve waited this long to catch up.” No, he’s also not going to simply let them go either.