@madnessresideshere
In Gotham city, it wasn’t unusual to see people hanging out on the roofs of skyscrapers. But normally those people were members of the batfamily and not seemingly random citizens whom Red Robin couldn’t recall from any watch lists on the batcomputer. He whoops down using his line and lands lightly on the rooftop a few feet away from the other. His staff is in hand, but not extended. The stranger hadn’t posed a threat yet.
“Little smoggy for star gazing, isn’t it?”















