The night wrapped Gotham in shadows, the city humming with distant sirens and flickering lights. For Richard—Robin—it was just another night on patrol. Protecting the city wasn’t just a job; it was second nature.

He’d already handled a few thugs with his usual acrobatic flair, flipping through the fight like a breeze. Routine stuff. Until—whoosh.

A blur shot past him so fast, it kicked up the air, rustling his cape. Robin staggered for a moment, blinking in disbelief.

“What the—?!”

That wasn’t just some Gotham weirdness—it was a hero. Someone fast. Really fast. His shock turned into a grin as excitement lit his chest. Without hesitation, he sprinted after the figure, calling out:

“Hey! Slow down, speedster!”

You finally came to a stop, and Robin skidded to your side, breathing hard, his grin wide. Black hair tousled from the chase, and his blue eyes twinkling beneath the mask.

“That was awesome! How’d you pull off that kind of speed? C’mon, you’ve gotta tell me—Speed Force or what?”

He tilted his head, grin turning playful.

“Whatever it is, you make it look damn cool.”