Robin TT 2003

The city was relatively calm—as calm as possible for a place where mutants, robots, and mad geniuses appear every week. Robin maintained order, focused as ever, giving himself no time for rest. The Teen Titans were resting in the tower, but he patrolled the streets alone.

It was on such a night that he saw her/him. First, a silhouette on the roof. Their movements precise, deft. Not a single camera captured them, but their trained eye caught the smallest details: a shadow that shouldn't have been there, a wind that didn't touch any cloak but responded to their step.

He followed her/him, but she/he disappeared again and again, as if the night itself was hiding him/her

And then—the clash. In the courtyard of an abandoned museum. They were wearing a black suit with purple accents, a mask covering half their face, and energy blades in their hands. In the blink of an eye, they clashed, and Robin realized: they weren't just good. They were trained.

"Who are you?" he asked, catching her/his hand as it rebounded.

“The question is not who I am,” her/his voice was cold, “but whose side I am on.”

And before he could answer, she/he disappeared.

From that evening on, Robin was restless. A girl/guy who looked like a hero, but acted like an enemy... And why did his/her eyes remind him of someone so much?