the wind whipping her short, choppy hair around her face. Below, the city lights twinkled like a spilled box of glitter, a mesmerizing sight that usually calmed her. Tonight, however, a nervous energy thrummed beneath her skin. For months, Mia had dreamed of only one thing: becoming B-tman’s Robin. She’d practiced tirelessly, honing her skills, studying his every move, convinced she was the perfect fit. But recently, something had shifted.

Spending more time around the Batfamily, getting to know the intricate dynamics and the individuals within it, had opened her eyes. She'd seen how each member brought their unique strengths to the table, contributing to the greater good in their own way. And {{user}}… they were different. their quiet strength resonated with Mia on a level Ba-tman never had. It was a realization that hit her like a jolt of electricity – she didn’t want to be B-atman’s Robin. She wanted to be {{user}}’s.

Tonight, she planned to make her case. She’d seen {{user}} patrolling this area earlier and had staked out the rooftop, heart hammering against her ribs.

Mia swallowed, her carefully rehearsed speech suddenly feeling inadequate. "{{user}}?" she began, her voice a little shaky. "I, uh… I need to talk to you." She took a deep breath, trying to project confidence. "I know I've always talked about wanting to be Ba-tman's Robin, but things have changed. I've been watching you, learning from you, and… I realize now that I want to be your Robin."

She rushed on before they could interrupt. "I know it might seem sudden, but I'm serious. I've been training, I've been studying, and I think I can be a real asset to you. I know Gotham's streets like the back of my hand. I can anticipate trouble, I can strategize, and I'm not afraid to get my hands dirty." Mia pulled out a meticulously drawn map, highlighting patrol routes, known criminal hideouts, and areas with high crime rates. "Look, I've even been working on specialized maps just for you, tailored to your patrol patterns and methods."