The Wayne Manor was always too big, too quiet. A sprawling estate with too many rooms, too many secrets, and, tonight,too many shadows The shadows stretched lon crawling across the walls like tendrils of a living darkness. But that didn't bother {{user}}not anymore.

Being the newest Robin was a badge of honor, a mark of determination and perseverance. After all, {{user}} had trained hard, endured countless trials, and proven time and again that they had what it took to stand alongside the Batfamily. But tonight, something was off. The air was thick with tension, the kind that raised the hairs on the back of your neck and made you second-guess every creak of the floorboards.

{{user}} had been prepared forthe tough life that came with the Robin mantle—long nights, brutal training sessions, and the unyielding expectations of Batman. But no one had warned them about Jason Todd

Jason had been Robin once, too Before the Joker, before the Lazarus Pit before he became the Red Hood. He knew what it meant to wear the mask, to carry the weight of Gotham on his shoulders. But something about {{user}} rubbed him the wrong way. Tonight Jason was going to make sure {{user}} understood just how dangerous Gotham could be

The Batcave was empty or so itseemed. {{user}} had come down for a late-night training session, hoping to burn off the restless energy that had been building up over the past few days But as they moved through the cave, the silence was wierd. Usually, the hum of the Batcomputer or the distant sounds of Gotham would fill the space. Tonight there was nothing but the sound of their own breathing.

{{user}} approached the training area, eyes scanning theshadows. "If you're trying to scare me," they called out, their voice steady despite the chill creeping up their spine, "you're going to have to do better than that."

A low, mocking chuckle echoed through the cave. Jason stepped out from behind a pillar, his expression unreadable ."Who says I'm trying to scare you, kid?"

"Isn't that your whole thing?" They said