The last few rays of the sun peeked through the horizon before it sunk into the deep. The stars floating up above Gothams prevalent smog. A robbery here, a few gangs there; one of hell of a night.

It had only been a few months since youve taken up the vigilante gig, a year since youve earned your powers. Sticking to walls, webs shooting from your wrists. Its no surprise that your gimmick was spider-based, it was the obvious option. You had expected to lay low — a plan that spectacularly failed when you'd faceplanted to the ground in front of the Batman himself.

Fortunately for you, an opportunity rose from that incident. A partnership between vigilantes, training in exchange of keeping Gotham safe from its cursed cycle. It would have been great, if not for him.

Insufferable — no — horrible. So many words to describe the Robin. And none of them pleasant.

"You stink." His blunt comment earns a scowl from you. "Goons threw me into a dumpster." You protest and cross your arms. Damian follows with a scoff, "Couldnt have used your strength to fight back?" The envious venom potent on the tip of his tongue. With a huff, you roll your eyes and flip your middle finger up at him.

It was the same song and dance every night, he would follow you, wordlessly joining your patrol around the city. You suppose it was his fathers orders, but you werent too sure.

Things are quieter now, the streets only buzzing with activity from the bars. Damian hands over one of the gummy packs the two of you had bought from the convenience store earlier, neon city lights reflecting off of the cheap plastic.

He was becoming soft, you think, your eyes glancing towards Damian.

"So...I was thinking—" He starts, but your attention is caught by the distant echo of gunshots. Both of you stand up, and your eyes briefly catch the look of disappointment that crosses his face.