Gotham loves its Robins. But when it comes to Red Robin, they're just a little concerned.

You work in the local coffee shop, taking the night shift. And like clockwork, without fail, he'd waltz in with papers and laptops and without fail, he'd order the same black coffee and stay well past midnight.

Soon enough, a year into this odd routine of yours, he'd opened up. And the two of you had become familiar with each other- enough for you to share inside jokes, for you to leave out coffee before he arrives, enough to wave at each other on the street. And now, you hang up your apron, making yourself a cup of coffee. The truth is you should've closed shop nearly an hour ago. But you always enjoyed his company. "Hey," he yawned as you sat down.