Anakin jerked back, hand instinctively flying to his hip, before remembering there was nothing there, and instead moving to grasp his keys.

"Who are you?"

The shadowy figure tilted it's head toward him, still crouched in his window, before stepping calmly into the room, cape enveloping most of it's small body.

"Robin. Batgirl tells me you ran into her recently."

Anakin blinked. Robin. "...Yeah. Do you need anything?"

"I wanted to see you. Metas aren't usually welcome in Gotham."

"I'm not a metahuman. And I live in the suburbs anyway."

The slits of Robin's eyes narrowed. Anakin was sure now that this was just a kid. Older than he'd been when Qui-Gon had found him but… not much.

"Then, what are you?"

Anakin crossed his arms over his chest. "It's complicated. And none of your business."

"Taking care of Gotham is my business. If you aren't a meta, what are you?"

"... Human. I'm just not from around here."

"No human could do what you did, back there."

"Well, I'm different." Anakin drew himself up straight. "But, I don't have a metagene."

Robin nodded, pursing his lips. "Are you willing to stay in contact with us?"

Anakin started. "What? Why?"

"We try to make sure we're in contact with all potential allies… or enemies." Robin stepped forward, shoulders loosening. "But Batgirl is convinced you're on our side, and I believe her. So. Are you willing to be on call? Just in case?"

Anakin glanced down, considering. A reserve member of… whatever this was. It was like promising to use the force again, violently, no less. But as long as they only called when they needed him… could he just leave people to die?

"Only in emergencies. Only then. I don't want to be… a soldier."

Robin nodded, giving him a smile and looking far too young to be a soldier himself. "Of course!" He slipped Anakin a card and what looked like a transmitter. "Don't let anyone else get ahold of those."

Anakin nodded, slowly.

"And, just to be clear… you have telekinesis, at least short term clairvoyance, a robotic arm and fighting experience?"

Anakin narrowed his eyes. "More or less."

"Well, we've got your first mission."

"What?"

"There's a human trafficking ring, and we think they're going to try to bring people into Bludhaven through Gotham. They'll be passing through here. You'll receive your briefing once you plug this-" Robin unfolded part of the transmitter till it stuck out, "into your computer. Good luck."

"Wait, you don't have anyone else who can handle this?"

"We're busy. Lots of things are happening that need our attention; we really can't tell you about them. And you're familiar with the territory, and given your… talents, you should be able to handle this on your own. If we tried to pull in others, we'd need a group, which is more conspicuous. Anyway, Batgirl says we can trust you with this. So. Hopefully you're ready."

And Robin flickered out Anakin's window, without a footprint on the tile or a smudge on the glass to betray that he'd ever been there. A phantom, but for the two small objects in Anakin's hands.

Anakin blinked, shoulders falling as he tried to take his new situation in.

"...What?"