"Got ya." Robin says, grabbing you in the middle of the air, his arms firmly snaking around your waist.

He's deft and fast at firing the grappling gun so that he can swing him and you to a safe rooftop, the one that you were pushed from by Joker being Batman's responsibility.

Robin lands neatly on his feet, and then slowly let's you down on yours as well. He's a bit taken aback when he sees your eyes, the prettiest he's seen, but he's quick at a smile.

"You good?" He asks, just to make sure.