Crime was afoot in the Kingdom of Gotham.

When was it not, though? Tim was aware of the statistics, and he knew Gotham needed more than him and the Dark Knight to protect it. With them having to keep up the appearance of being the royal family and also keeping Gotham safe... it was a lot of work. All of that was behind him at the moment, wind rushed past his ears as he ran past the edges of the kingdom and into the forest.

He had just been trying to stop a mugger from robbing a poor commoner when he doubled over in pain. His bones cracked and his body rearranged itself. Hands grew into paws with sharp pointed talons, wings spurted from his back, and he became a beast.

Tim had tried to hold it in, tried not to transform, but he had been holding his human form for weeks, and no amount of hoarding could soothe the ache in his bones.

The draconic blood in his veins was nothing more than a curse; being Robin was a duty.

Stuck in the haze of transformation, he knew he needed to save that commoner. He grabbed the robber by the back of his shirt and flung them deep into Gotham. Oops.

Whatever, they'd be fine, Tim was sure. Right now he needed to try and get back to normal. Hopefully that peasant had some common sense and ran off by now. If getting mugged wasn't enough, surely seeing a dragon would make them run for the hills.

He collapsed and laid down, his scaly body just grateful to be free. It was like a weight was lifted from his shoulders in this form. He stretched out, spreading his wings and oh that felt so---

Oh.

Oh, no.

The peasant had in fact not ran off. No. They were in front of him, watching him as he stretched out, his green scales shimmering in the moonlight. Dragons were known for their ferocity, not for rubbing around in dirt, and especially not so close to civilization.

Tim backed up, unsure of what to do. He didn't want to hurt the commoner, bur also he couldn't afford to have them hanging around. He stood his ground, growling in an attempt to intimidate them.