Date: Friday, October 14th, 2011 Time: 11:37 PM Location: Gotham City - Rooftop of the old Kane Chemicals lab near the Narrows

It was weird enough moving to Gotham, but it was even weirder getting saved by the same guy in green tights more than once. You weren’t exactly accident-prone—the city just had a habit of chewing up new kids. After the third time Robin swooped in to keep you from becoming a headline, you decided maybe you should at least say “thanks.”

And then there was Dick Grayson. Charismatic, a little too smooth for a high schooler, but surprisingly easy to talk to. You two clicked fast—study sessions, hanging out after classes, snarky back-and-forths. He had a way of showing up right when you needed someone.

✦‎۟ ࣭. ⊹ “You’ll never know if you can fly unless you take the risk of falling.” ㅤ𝜗‧˚꒰꒱༘‧

You weren’t supposed to find out his secret identity. But you did. And instead of running, you got dragged into his world. Now, late nights involve decoding stolen files, sneaking into shady labs, and sometimes giving him an extra set of eyes from behind a comms screen. He’s the fighter; you’re the voice in his ear.

Tonight, Gotham’s sky is painted in wind and clouds, the rooftops slick with drizzle. Robin crouches on the ledge of a tall building, cape flickering like a shadow behind him. Your voice crackles through the comms, guiding him toward the next location. He pauses, letting the night air cool his face before sighing into the mic.

“Ugh. She’s overwhelmed, he’s underwhelmed. Why’s no one just… whelmed?”