I am a big fan of Young Justice so I wanted to write a fanfiction story. This story is about Tim Drake, the third Boy Wonder and a favorite character of mine from the comics but I'm not sure will be in the show. So this is my way of introducing him/her. You'll find out in the later chapters, but see if you can guess who. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this story and thank you for reading. All characters belong to DC Comics and rightful owners.
"Just another night in Gotham."
Nights in Gotham City, Tim Drake knew firsthand, were especially dark. Not to mention dangerous and terrifying, but that's why he was here. To help bring some good to this troubled city. Not matter how daunting or violent the nights got, he was here to stay and help fight this war.
Tonight was a full moon, but the clouds blotted out any light from reaching the city. Tonight was going to be one of those nights, where every criminal and scum crawl out of whatever hole they came from and take the streets of Gotham. Nights like these were unpredictable; you never knew what was going to happen. Even a simple walk outside was risky, a coin toss that could affect the rest of your life. You may make it to your destination or you might just find yourself in an unfortunate mugging, maybe even worse if you're unlucky. But in Gotham City, the odds were always against you.
Not tonight though, no, tonight the odds are against the crooks, Tim thought to himself. The night was his advantage, that's what Batman would always say. Use the shadows as a weapon, forge the darkness into something fearsome and use it against your enemies, Tim remembering every word Batman himself taught.
"I would, except the nights deader than Solomon Grundy himself", grumbled the current Boy Wonder.
Usually, nights like these were riddled with crime. Yet, not a single disturbance had occurred. Not even the police scanner offered anything worth getting involved with. Tim Drake, the current Robin, perched silently on top of an old shambled roof, watching diligently but bored. Peering over the quiet empty streets, he saw nothing but a couple of stray cats sneaking behind trash bins and walking on creaky fences. A couple of noiseless cars appeared and disappeared under the afterglow of the street lights. Some of the windows in the surrounding buildings were still on, probably just some people who couldn't sleep; nothing worth noting there.
"Well, I guess the lack of crime is a good thing," sighed Tim. Checking the time in his communicator, he noticed that his watch was almost over. Might as well contact Alfred and head home. Opening the holographic communicator, a familiar face popped on the holographic projection. An elderly man with grey hair surround a bald spot and stringy mustache under his nose appeared on the screen.
"How goes your patrol, Master Drake?" inquired the elderly man in the hologram.
"Nothing much, Alfred," replied Tim. "Tonight's been kind of dead silent. Nothing to report. So as soon as my watch is over, I'm gonna head home."
"Understood, Master Drake. I've recorded your report." Alfred reported, "You may leave as soon as you wish. Wouldn't want your family to start worrying."
"Alright then, see you tomorrow Alfred."
"Good night, Master Drake."
Sighing as the projection closed, Tim once again moved his gaze at the city – Gotham City, his home. Usually not the greatest place to call home, but home nevertheless. Batman was away on Justice League business. And Nightwing and Batgirl were at the Cave, running a mission with the Team. So Gotham City was now under his jurisdiction for a couple days. But surprisingly, other than a couple robberies and muggings here and there, these were probably the most relaxing nights he ever had since becoming Robin. Still, it was kind of lackluster and lonely just to wait awhile and nothing happens.
"Okay then, might as well call it a night," Tim rising from his post then turning toward the direction of his home.
However, as he was about to leap across to the next roof, he suddenly noticed a strange figure moving across the alleyway between the building he was standing on and the one he was about to jump to. The figure was skinny, wearing an old ragged black jacket and hood, blocking Tim from getting a clear look at his face. His arms and hands were covered in entirely bandages that remind Tim of a mummy. The strange person also had on faded light blue jeans with a pair of gray torn sneakers. The person was walking calmly and soundlessly through the alley, heading into the area Tim was just watching. If he hadn't looked down, he most likely would have missed this mysterious figure.
A homeless person? Tim thought to himself. While it wasn't strange to see a homeless in Gotham City, usually this part of town most adrift people avoided. It was rare because this was actually one of the most criminal infested areas. Here, thugs liked pick fights for no reason and sometimes an unlucky bum would get picked. So most of the homeless community steered cleared of this region. So why was he walking toward a non-friendly area? Tim pondered as he eyed the enigmatic character. He doesn't look like a grunt. But just as he started to think of the possibilities, the figure suddenly opened the door into the building Tim was standing on and walked in.
Ahh, I see. So he lives here, guess I had nothing to worry about. Better get going home. Again, moving toward the direction of his home, Tim began his journey to the warm confines of his room. Although nothing happened during his watch, he was at least looking forward to finally getting to sleep in his bed. However, his mind kept wandering back to the mysterious individual. Nothing was unusual. Just a normal unlucky guy who lives in a bad neighborhood, nothing strange about that , Tim tried to reassure himself. Yet a feeling still dogged the Boy Wonder as he soared across the Gotham rooftops, something was still odd about the character and he couldn't put his finger on it. With these plaguing thoughts still wandering in his mind, Robin gradually made his way home as the dawn was beginning to rise over the skyline.
