Batman
And what do you think you'd ever say?
I won't listen anyway
You don't know me
And I'll never be what you want me to be
-"I'm Still Here", John Rzeznik
Robin's uniform, I think, is a bit inconvenient.
He crawls onto the roof of his superhero team's 'hideout'--which is actually standing erect in the middle of a lake not a mile from Jump City--he looks like a rotting apple. His bright red shirt glows, and his green and yellow pants look like a Sprite bottle, twisted to look like a pole of some sort. My god, he could just walk around with a neon sign flashing around his face saying 'Villains of the world, come kick my ass!" and he would be less obvious. Still, he moves one.
Another man, very much the counterpart of this Boy Wonder, is now on the roof, coming from where? I don't know, neither does Robin, but he seems a ease. He crosses his arms and looks out into the ocean.
"Come to check up on me, Bruce?" he says dryly, clearly not amused.
"To see if you were still alive. You could call."
Robin snorted, glaring at the ocean, "I can handle myself."
The man looked at Robin, his eyes lingering on the deep purple bruises littering his ridiculously pale arms, "I can tell."
Robin bit the inside of his mouth, "You can leave."
The man seemed unfazed, and stayed where he was.
"How's your team?"
Robin thought of the nanobots, and suppressed a cringe, "Fine."
Neither said a word and, for a moment, it seemed that the man had left. Then, the deep, even voice spoke again.
"You know you can talk to me."
Robin grunted in response.
The man's eyes narrowed, "They care about you. Don't screw it up."
And, just like that, Batman was gone. Robin was alone.
A/N Goddamnit, I don't know. Just hate working on one thing for a while, and I had to end it...