Roofs of danger
Damian Wayne is the 12 year old son of billionaire philanthropist Bruce Wayne. He wasn't particularly well behaved (understatement of the century) – fine he was just a rogue kid. But then again it was his mother, Talia Al Ghul's, fault. She had trained him to be a merciless killing machine.
Damian was wandering around the streets of Gotham with his favoured blue rucksack slung loosely over his shoulder. He wasn't in his Robin costume, it was his night off. Instead he was wearing his baggy Levi's, a Rolex watch, a Superdry Shirt with a Prada Puffer Coat and Converse Sneakers. He turned around a corner, not far from the industrial area of Gotham where a significant amount of crime was committed.
"So it is true then, the Devil does wear Prada," A voice called. A figure was slumped against a wall. Damian couldn't work out who or what it was, but in this part of town he didn't want to know. It was a pity the streetlight was aiming on him, like a sharpshooter of glowing light. It was his enemy; it had allowed this mysterious figure to grasp sight of him and his expensive Prada jacket that he had specially flown in from Milan on a Wayne Enterprises Cargo Plane.
"Yeah whatever, chump!" Damian shouted back. He continued walking; he couldn't see who the figure was.
"It's just me, Damian." The voice replied. The figure stepped forward slightly to reveal themselves in the light.
Damian cautiously took a look at the figure. The figure was clad in red spandex and bullet proof-toughness galore. With a thick-cut black mask and muscles even some body builders wouldn't laugh at. It was of course, Red Robin; his older adopted-brother Tim Drake, out on duty in the briskness of Gotham's night.
Damian smiled a smile of relief. "Hey, Red…"
Red Robin unfolded his arms. "How is the son of Satan today?"
Damian looked away and shrugged. "Not bad, I suppose" he said.
Red let out a smile. "Oh! So not a particularly good day?"
Damian got momentarily distracted by a GCPD cruiser that soared past on the road five metres away.
"I guess it wasn't, Red. I think I might be mildly depressed." Damian huffed.
"Why is that?" Red Robin asked.
"My mother is a cow, my father is Batman, I have a weakness for alcohols and my maths grade went down, despite the fact that Alfred is the examiner," Damian replied.
Red Robin traversed his gaze from Damian over to the cruiser they had seen soar past less than a minute ago. It had pulled up in the street and beeped its horn as the officer in the passenger-seat signalled for the pair to go to him.
Damian warily followed Red Robin over to the side of the police car. The officer in the passenger-seat rolled down his window. "What are you two doing out this late? You must be like ten, and you are an idiot in a costume,"
Damian scoffed. "Tt. He's an idiot in a costume? Have you looked at that stupid officer uniform recently?"
Red told Damian to shut up. "I am Red Robin, officer. This is just a kid, we mean no harm."
The officer rolled up his window and the car cruised off. Damian smiled a smile that said it all. Relief.
"Damian, you're cruising for a bruising if you mouth off to coppers like that!" Red warned.
"Tt," Damian replied, "Even though I despise you, clearly, I still don't take crap from bald men in uniforms that don't fit properly. At least I didn't spray a torrent of abuse at him, like I could well have done!"
"Back to the whole 'I am depressed thing'; you need to have a positive outlook on life. It will help you to get over those bumps in life." Red Robin smiled looking over at the younger boy.
"Quit you're patronising, it's incredibly queer." The young Robin jeered.
"I wasn't patronising you!" Robin replied gazing up at a ledge.
"I know!" Damian laughed. "I just like pissing you off, Drake!"
Damian playfully punched his older brother in the arm. It was hard enough for Tim to feel it, but not hard enough to hurt or leave any sort of mark.
"I will race you to the roof of The Sionis Paintworks; it is a building with a low roof, not Sionis tower. It is a couple of blocks away, but it should be a laugh!" Damian challenged.
Tim shrugged. "There is nothing else to do. There is very little crime tonight and your father was on patrol near Eastward."
"I didn't want your life story, Red." Damian said cheekily.
Tim playfully pushed the younger boy back so he could get a head start. "I will see you there!"
Damian started to run; he reached into his pocket and pulled out a folding Batarang. He threw it at Red Robin's feet and it caused him to momentarily trip. "We don't cheat, but you should catch me up by Ormrod Boulevard." He giggled as his brother fell over face first into a puddle.
"Not unless I take to the roofs!" Red sneered as he grabbed onto a ledge and hauled himself onto the roof of an off-license.
"You're such a dumbass. This area until Ormrod is riddled with armed guards on the roofs." Damian said as he sprinted along a narrow alley.
Tim jumped down. "Damn… that was close!" he said as he landed behind the younger boy. Damian started to sprint faster and faster when he realised that Tim was gaining on him. He ran right onto Ormrod Boulevard, and told Tim to continue straight ahead. Luckily Tim ignored Damian and went right, which cut out having to cross another two roads.
In a moment Tim had overtaken Damian and had left the boy trailing. "See you there you little sucker!"
"I will kick your head in if you beat me!" Damian shouted as he ran up some crates and onto the damp rooftops of Ormrod Boulevard.
Tim ran in front of Damian on the rooftops. Damian was trained to win, so by instinct he drop-kicked Tim.
Tim crashed onto the roof and slid along the concrete. Damian looked back, as he did so, he fell down a gap between two buildings, suspended over a twenty foot drop.