It was quiet a busy night for the boy wonder and the rest of the titans. So busy that they had to be spread out across the city stopping crime. There were people being mugged, kidnapped and a few stores being being broken into here and there around city. This has been the most busy the titans have been since Slade attacked.
It was just past midnight and Robin was running along the rooftops, hoping to catch someone in the act. A few minutes go by and he just seen three people leave a store that they had just broken into. He throws a birdarang at one of the robbers, hitting him on the side of his head knocking him out. The two robbers that are left quickly run into the closest alley they find, hopefully ditching Robin. But that was a big mistake, they only had one way out and that where he decided to make his entrance.
Robin the jumped down from the top of the building, using his cape to slow down before hitting the ground, with a loud thud and the noise from his cape. Robin looked up at them with a glare and then slowly stood up as his cape flowed in the wind. âYou two just made a big mistake,â He said before one the guys charged at him with a knife. He let out a little smile as stood there in his defensive position. The robber then tried to take out robin with a quick slice but he quickly dodged the blade, then Robin proceeded to disarm the robber and gave him an uppercut a left hook and threw him into the wall knocking him out.
Robin then looked at the other robber who was a little nervous to actually fight, so he just decided to charge at him. Robin dodged the guyâs punches left and right, he threw the guy over his shoulder and threw a few punches at him while heâs on the ground knocking him out as well. Grayson then heard someone behind him, thinking it was the other robber who he hit with the birdarang earlier.
Robin stood up and turned around to get a good luck at the person. But he stuck to the shadows so that only the white glow from his mask is visible. It took him a few seconds to realized that it was a citizen. âNo, he isnât dead just knocked out.â He said with a serious tone, âYou shouldnât be here, this place isnât safe.â Robin noticed the person was reaching for something in there pocket. He wasnât sure what it was but he didnât want to take the risk. âDonât even bother pulling out your weapon, if thatâs what you plan on doing.â He said with a slight growl.
    â âŠÂ They werenât brave. That much was PAINFULLY obvious, the teen immediately moving their hands away from their pockets. Being threatened was more than terrifying, especially if that person was nothing but a figure with white-caked eyes. They felt as though they were nothing more than a stranger within the lionâs den - And god, they hated it.Â
    â âŠÂ They hated the feeling of absolute cowardice that gripped their very BEING. They were supposed to be braver than this, they were supposed to be HARDENED by the world around them. Instead, they were practically quaking in their shoes. They were a criminal, damn it - As much as one as the ROBBERS discarded on the alley floor. They had stolen and threatened, LIED and ABANDONED - and now they were on the receiving end, likely about to meet the same unfortunate fate as those before them.  They were on deathâs doorstep - And death wore a white mask.Â
    â ⊠â I - I was just going to call an AMBULANCE for them-- â Or nine-one-one. Whichever was faster to call and easier to alert while running for their life, should the stranger have pursued them. If he did, if they ended up having to RUN - they could have at least found solace in rooftops, if the city was KIND enough to allow them a way up to the concrete safe-haven. Unless he could climb too - In which case, they were promptly SCREWED. With no regrets, maybe dying wouldnât be too bad... Scratch that. From the hands of a near PSYCHOPATH, it would be worse than BAD.Â
    â ⊠â I got the idea that it isnât safe, kind of OBVIOUS. â Of course they added sarcasm to their words.  It was a COPING mechanism to distract from the obvious terror shaking the teenâs body, to try and HIDE their own cracks in their voice. â I just - I got lost - Iâll - uh - Iâll go - â If they stepped back, would they have been attacked? What was the guarantee that the STRANGER would have cared if they were unarmed - Would he care ?? How were they supposed to know that, had they retreated, they wouldnât have been STABBED in the back ??Â
    â âŠÂ The thoughts did nothing but clog their THROAT, keeping them from moving back or forward. They were a deer caught in headlights - And the stranger might as well have been a eighteen-wheeler.Â
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