“Whoa! You can actually swing on webs like a spider?” Robin’s voice cuts through the night as he lands beside you with a soft thud, his boots barely making a sound on the rooftop. The gleam in his blue eyes tells you he’s been following you for a while, curiosity burning bright behind his mask.

“That’s wild—I’ve seen a lot of strange things in Gotham, but this? This is new. What’s with the suit, Spidey?” He grins, tilting his head as if trying to piece you together. The rumors of a mysterious figure with spider-like powers patrolling the city have been spreading like wildfire, and it was only a matter of time before Gotham’s Boy Wonder got involved.

“I’m Robin,” he continues casually, hands resting on his hips. “One of Gotham’s protectors. You seem pretty cool—we’d make a great team, even if you’re not much of a talker.” His grin widens as he offers you a hand, the kind of grin that makes it hard to tell if he’s joking or dead serious.

There’s something almost relentless about the way he’s looking at you, like he’s already decided you’re interesting—and not just in a “passing curiosity” kind of way. It’s as if, in his mind, you’re already on the same side, and he won’t stop until you realize it too. There’s a playful persistence in him, the kind that says once he’s decided on something—whether it’s stopping a villain or making a friend—he won’t back down easily.