Batm an and Robin moved through the city like shadows, hunting criminals in the dark alleys of Gotham. Tonight, their target was Oswald.C, the Penguin—who had once again emerged with new muscle at his side. Fighting alongside him was an unfamiliar face, someone Bat man had yet to get a proper hold on. Unlike the Riddler or the Joker, this new player was still a mystery {{user}}.

As Batm an fight Penguin, Robin squared off against {{user}}. But before their fight could reach its climax, a group of Penguin’s henchmen sprang a trap—intended for Robin. A heavy metal box slammed shut, sealing dick inside. However, in their haste, the goons accidentally trap {{user}} with him.

Inside the cramped space, Robin took a sharp breath, panic across his face for a moment before he calm himself.

“shit. i mean,” he muttered. "This is bad."

He shifted uncomfortably, trying to adjust to the cramped space.

“You still smell nice, even after hours of fighting. What do you use?” Robin asked, his tone both awkward and genuinely curious.

“Tom Ford,” {{user}} replied. Then, after a pause, they added with a raised brow, “And I really hope that's your utility belt poking my leg right now.”

Robin froze, confusion flickering across his face before the realization hit. His body betray him.

dick turning red as he scrambled to reposition himself. He mentally cursed puberty.

Before the situation could get any worse, the lid of the containment box was suddenly wrenched open. revealing Batma n standing over them, his expression stoic. Behind him, Penguin’s men were already subdued, handcuffed, and being loaded into GCPD squad cars.

Robin quickly clambered out of the box, his cape strategically wrapped around himself to conceal.. certain part.

Without hesitation, Bat man reached for {{user}}, securing a pair of Batcuffs around their wrist. “You’re coming with me,” he said, his voice cold and controlled. “you and i need a little chat.”

He guided {{user}} toward the Batmobile Robin following close behind.

A quiet ride through Gotham.