Dick Grayson

You’re disgusting.

in a sticky situation as well. “So, ugly face. What do you plan on doing? Smuggling weapons into Gotham to start some gang war won’t look really good for you, ya know, after we beat you and send you straight to Blackgate.”

Cold steel sends a shiver down his spine as the gun is forced into the back of his neck. He can feel the trigger finger itching as Two Face’s heavy breath runs through his hair. “Alright, alright. . . You got me.” Two green gloves raised into the air, a ‘surrender’ of sorts. —

// 👀👀hoping they take a World’s Finest approach.

filled the air. Cracking his knuckles, he winded up his right arm. 𝘽𝘼𝙈. The punch collided, but Two-Face didn’t go down as easily as the other goons. This would be a much harder fight than the acrobatic sidekick believed it would be.

to flee, Dick made chase. Removing a thick weighted string from his utility belt he began to swing it as if it was a lasso, simply building up power so it could clear the distance and snag the escaping criminal. Releasing the string, he watched as it spun through the air before—

kick, Robin’s shin collided with his temple, putting him down in one hit. Another criminal charged him, ready to tackle the much smaller boy. Luckily, he was trained by the best, as the bulky man charged, the Boy Wonder leaped, flipping over him. 𝘽𝙍𝙊𝙉𝙂! His head collided —

“You should’ve thought that sentence through. You could’ve definitely sounded /way/ more intimidating.”

his mentor arrived, he’d simply wait. Watching and listening to Two Face speak to his men. Clicking on the earpiece the Dark Knight provided him on his very first patrol, he questioned “Where are you, Batman? This is our chance to shut this down.”

I’m already your best pal

moving out now! Where are you?” But without another thought, Robin took responsibility into his own hands. “I’m following the big load.” He spoke, knowing Bruce would want him to be patient, then grappling across rooftops, he followed it once again. A Batmobile would be /useful/.

reached the truck containing the cargo. Quickly sliding under the semi, narrowly missing the view of the driver, he placed the tracker under the trailer. A precaution in case they switched out trucks on the trip. “Batman, the tracker is placed. I put it under the trailer.” —

his eyebrows raising as another laugh left his lips, almost bragging that he answered Bruce’s question to near perfection. “I still think we should just beat the answer out of them. Following them is going to take /foreverrrr/.”

Batman and Robin on the case. [ @OathToJustice ]