It was cold out, but the young boy sitting on the edge of the roof of the sky scrapper hardly noticed. His coal black hair was tangled and matted with blood, and he held a green mask in his gloved hands. Stupid Bruce, he though bitterly as the wind caught his yellow cape and blew it out behind him. He stared at the bustling streets of Gotham below him, and wished that he had never chased after Batman.
They had been going from rooftop to rooftop and actually bonding a little, which wasn't something Damian was used to. Once in a while, Batman would give the okay for him to get involved with a mugging on the street below, and he would beat the criminal and toss the lady back her purse before fading back into the shadows.
It had been a slow night, as Tuesdays usually are. Even the Joker wasn't crazy enough to try and pull something on such a cold night. Damian thought it was probably that crazy Harleys doing, she barely wore any clothes anymore, she probably wouldn't want to do anything, even for her puddin'. He grimaced at the idea of anyone being able to love the Joker.
They had talked briefly about heading back to the cave and just waiting out the slow patch. They had even started towards the Batmobile when Oracle came over their earpieces.
"Hey Bats and kid, you still out on the streets?" Her voice was clipped and excited. Damian frowned, he hated people always calling him kid. Just cause he was 12, people thought he was still a little kid.
"Yes. Go ahead." Batman pressed the earpiece and glared at Damian's eye roll. He doesn't get that he can just talk.
"There's a robbery in progress at Raider Jewelry on Town Drive, you can beat the police there if you go now."
"You mean we can actually do something?" Damian asked eagerly, happy at the idea of beating a criminal or two.
"Yes. Now go and be safe. Oracle out." There was a crackle as she disconnected and Batman and Damian looked at each other.
"I think I can handle this on my own, you patrol back towards the park and see if you can get a couple more muggers."
"B-but you said you'd let help in something else then that now." Damian whined, desperate not to lose out on some excitement.
"Robin. Do what I tell you for once, please." And then he was gone, leaving Damian looking at a wall. Can't get away from me that easy, Bruce, the boy wonder thought to himself and he began running towards Town Drive.
He saw the darkened jewelry store, the only sign of it being broken into was a door slightly ajar. A grin spread across his face at the idea of an exciting break in. He darted across the street and flitted through the door. The glass display cases were all intact, the diamonds and rubies all glinting from the amber glow the street light was giving off. Damian jumped over one of the counters and crept slowly as he heard low voices in the back room, the door outlined with light spilling out of the cracks around it.
This whole scene felt off. He knew how Bruce acted, and chilling out in the scene of a crime wasn't him. Damian should have stumbled unto a fight, but that didn't seem to be the case. He put a hand on the door, and even though he had a bad feeling about it all, he pushed the door open.