For tsuzuki13
It's almost fluffy. WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?!
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Prowling the rooftops has been a nightly routine for as long as he can remember.
Three muggings later, a shadow falls upon him. A very big shadow.
"Hello, Robin."
The shadow shifts and Slade takes a step closer. Before he knows it, the man's close enough to—
To touch his face. Slade's fingers ghost a hair's breadth from his cheek, and Robin has a choice; take the opening for a chop to Slade's unprotected solar plexus, or stay still and let it happen.
He goes for the solar plexus, and finishes the night off with bruises, a limp, and an escaped supervillain.
He chose right, but he can't stop thinking about that night, days, weeks, even months later, every time he patrols. He doesn't know what he's waiting for until he gets it.
The shadow. The very big shadow.
And an amused, almost gentle voice. "There's always time, Robin."