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I'm Robin... Jason Todd
Anonymous
Jul 16
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Tim Drake
young protege of Jason and Barbara's student, short with curly brown hair, brave and loyal.
Barbara Gordon
techsavvy ally, friend of Jason and mentor to Tim, red hair and glasses, intelligent and resourceful.
Jason Todd
vigilante, friends with Barbara Gordon and Tim Drake, athletic build with dark hair, determined and impulsive.
I’m not the first Robin, and I have no intention of being the last.
I’ve been called a lot of things in my life.
A hero, a villain, a martyr, a monster.
But the one thing I’ve never been called is a quitter.
And I’m not about to start now.
I am vengeance.
I am the night.
I am Robin.
The city was in chaos.
It had been for days now, ever since the news broke that Batman was dead.
The criminals were running wild, taking advantage of the fact that the Dark Knight was no longer there to stop them.
The police were doing their best to keep order, but they were outnumbered and outgunned.
I stood on the rooftop, my cape billowing in the wind as I surveyed the madness below.
Fires raged, casting an eerie glow over the city.
Looters smashed windows and grabbed whatever they could carry.
The sound of sirens and screams filled the air.
"Jason, do you copy?" Barbara's voice crackled through my earpiece.
"Yeah, I'm here," I replied, my eyes scanning the chaos.
"What's the situation?"
"It's bad," she said, her voice tense. "We've got multiple hotspots. Tim's engaging a group of thugs near 5th and Main. He could use some backup."
"I'm on it," I said, already moving toward the edge of the rooftop.
I took a deep breath and leaped into the night.
The wind rushed past me as I descended, my grappling hook finding purchase on a nearby building.
I swung down to street level, landing in a crouch.
Tim was surrounded by a gang of thugs, his staff whirling as he fought them off.
"Need a hand?" I called out, charging into the fray.
"About time you showed up," Tim grunted, ducking under a punch and delivering a swift kick to his attacker.
I threw myself into the fight, my fists connecting with bone and flesh.
One thug went down with a broken nose, another with a shattered kneecap.
Tim and I moved in perfect sync, our training kicking in as we dismantled the gang with brutal efficiency.
"Nice work," Tim said, breathing heavily as the last thug hit the ground.
"We're not done yet," I replied, wiping blood from my knuckles. "Barbara, what's next?"
"There's another group causing trouble near the old theater," she said. "And reports of arsonists in the warehouse district."
"We'll split up," I said. "I'll take the theater; Tim, you handle the arsonists."
"Got it," Tim nodded, already heading off in the direction of the warehouses.
I turned and sprinted toward the theater, my mind racing.
Every punch I threw, every criminal I took down brought back memories of Batman.
His teachings, his stern gaze, his unwavering sense of justice.
I reached the theater to find a group of masked men smashing their way inside.
"Hey!" I shouted, drawing their attention.
They turned to face me, weapons raised.
I didn't give them a chance to react.
I launched myself at them with a ferocity that surprised even me.
A baseball bat swung toward my head; I ducked and countered with an uppercut that sent its wielder sprawling.
Another thug lunged at me with a knife; I sidestepped and disarmed him with a swift twist of his wrist.
"You picked the wrong night to mess with Gotham," I growled, driving my knee into his stomach.
The fight was over quickly; they were no match for my anger and training.
As I stood over their unconscious bodies, my earpiece crackled again.
"Jason, we've got a problem," Barbara's voice was urgent. "There's been a sighting... it's him."
My heart skipped a beat. "Who?"
"Cassandra?" I gasped, my eyes widening in shock.
My mind raced, and I felt a surge of adrenaline. "Where?"
She nodded, her expression calm and composed. "It's me, Jason."
"Last known location was near the old warehouse district," she replied.
I took a step back, trying to process what I was seeing. "What the hell are you doing here?"
"I'm on my way," I said, already sprinting out of the theater.
"I'm here to help," she said simply, her voice steady.
The night air was cool against my skin as I navigated through dark alleys and deserted streets.
My heart pounded in my chest, each beat echoing the urgency of the situation.
I narrowed my eyes, still wary. "Help? Why should I believe you?"
I had to know if it was really him.
I arrived at the abandoned warehouse, its entrance ajar.
"Because we both want the same thing," she replied, meeting my gaze. "To save Gotham."
The building loomed over me, its windows shattered and walls covered in graffiti.
I studied her for a moment, weighing my options. She had always been an enigma, but there was something in her eyes that told me she was sincere.
I cautiously stepped inside, gripping my weapon tightly.
"Fine," I said finally, lowering my weapon. "But this doesn't mean I trust you."
The interior was dimly lit, shadows dancing on the walls from the flickering lights above.
"Who's there?" I called out, my voice echoing through the empty space.
"I understand," she said with a nod. "Let's go to Barbara's hideout. We need to regroup."
I hesitated for a moment before nodding. "Alright. Follow me."
Silence greeted me, but I could feel a presence nearby.
I moved deeper into the warehouse, my senses on high alert.
A figure emerged from the darkness, clad in the iconic bat suit.
We made our way through the dark streets, the chaos of the city still raging around us. The journey was silent but tense, every shadow a potential threat.
When we arrived at Barbara's hideout, I knocked on the door in a specific pattern. It opened quickly, and Barbara stood there, her eyes widening when she saw Cassandra.
My eyes narrowed as I took in the sight before me.
"Cassandra?" she whispered, still stunned.
Cassandra nodded.
"Yes, it's me."
Barbara stepped aside, motioning for Cassandra to enter.
"Come in," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
I followed them inside, the dimly lit room filled with the hum of computer screens and the soft glow of monitors.
"Alright," I said, closing the door behind us.
"Start talking. Now."
Cassandra took a deep breath, her eyes meeting mine with a steely resolve.
"I was trained by the League of Assassins," she began, her voice steady but low.
"I faked my death to escape their control."
Barbara's eyes narrowed as she listened, suspicion and curiosity battling for dominance on her face.
"And you've been... what? Hiding all this time?" Barbara asked.
Cassandra shook her head.
"No. I've been aiding Gotham from the shadows, trying to dismantle the League's operations here."
I clenched my fists at her words, memories of my own painful past with the League flooding back.
"So you've been playing vigilante while we thought you were dead?" I demanded.
Cassandra's gaze didn't waver.
"I did what I had to do to survive and to help Gotham."
The tension in the room was palpable when Tim arrived, his eyes widening at the sight of Cassandra.
"What the hell is going on?" he asked, looking between us.
"Cassandra's alive," I said quickly, filling him in on what she'd just told us.
"She faked her death to escape the League of Assassins and has been secretly helping Gotham."
Tim's expression hardened as he processed the information.
"And now she's here because...?"
"I'm here because the League is planning something big in Gotham," Cassandra said, cutting in.
"I need your help to stop them."
Barbara crossed her arms over her chest, her eyes narrowing further.
"Why should we trust you? You could be leading us into a trap."
Cassandra shook her head vehemently.
"No traps. I promise you that."
I could see Barbara weighing her options, her mind racing as she considered Cassandra's words.
"We need to form an alliance," Barbara suggested finally, looking at each of us in turn.
I felt a surge of anger at the idea.
"An alliance? With someone who lied to us for years?" I snapped.
Barbara shot me a sharp look.
"We need all the help we can get if we're going to take down the League."
I clenched my fists tighter, my knuckles turning white. The memories of my own time with the League were too fresh, too painful.
"I don't know if I can trust you," I said through gritted teeth.
Cassandra took a step closer, her eyes pleading.
"You don't have to trust me completely," she said softly.
"But believe me when I say that I'm here to help."
Tim looked between us, his expression conflicted.
"We need to decide quickly," he said.
"The longer we wait, the more time we give the League to execute their plan."
Barbara nodded in agreement.
"Jason, we need you on board with this," she said firmly.
"We can't do it without you."
I took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm of emotions inside me.
"Fine," I said finally.
"But one wrong move and you're out," I warned Cassandra.
She nodded solemnly.
"Understood."
Just then, a loud crash echoed from outside, followed by shouts and gunfire.
We all turned towards the door as chaos erupted outside.
"Looks like we're out of time," Tim said urgently.
I grabbed my weapon and headed for the door.
"Why are you here?" she asked, her voice tinged with disbelief.
Cassandra took a deep breath.
"I'm here to help with the turmoil in Gotham," she explained, her tone steady and resolute.
I couldn't hold back any longer.
"Barbara, do you have any clues about Batman's disappearance?" I interrupted, my frustration bubbling to the surface.
Barbara hesitated, her eyes flickering with uncertainty.
"I've been tracking some unusual activity in the city," she admitted finally.
She moved to one of the computer screens and brought up a detailed map of Gotham.
Red dots marked various locations across the city.
"These are the recent disturbances," she said, pointing to the map.
I leaned in, studying the map intently.
My frustration grew as I tried to make sense of the pattern.
"What do these mean?" I demanded.
Before Barbara could respond, Tim entered the room, sensing the tension immediately.
"What's going on?" he asked, his eyes scanning our faces.
Barbara turned to him, her expression determined.
"We're going to find Batman together," she reassured us.
I clenched my fists, feeling a surge of determination.
"We need to start investigating these locations right away," I said firmly.
Tim nodded in agreement.
"Let's start with the nearest one," he suggested.
Barbara quickly pinpointed the closest disturbance on the map.
"It's in the Narrows," she said, her voice urgent.
I grabbed my gear and headed for the door without another word.
The others followed closely behind, their expressions mirroring my resolve.
As we stepped out into the night, the cold air hit my face like a slap.
The streets were eerily quiet, a stark contrast to the chaos that had erupted earlier.
We moved swiftly through the shadows, each of us alert and ready for anything.
When we reached the Narrows, we found ourselves in front of an old abandoned warehouse.
The building loomed over us, its windows shattered and walls covered in graffiti.
"This is it," Barbara whispered, her eyes scanning the surroundings.
I nodded and motioned for everyone to spread out.
We approached cautiously, our senses heightened by the silence around us.
Suddenly, a figure darted out from behind a stack of crates.
I reacted instinctively, drawing my weapon and aiming it at the shadowy form.
"Don't shoot!" a voice called out.
It was a young man, his hands raised in surrender.
"Who are you?" I demanded, not lowering my weapon.
"My name is Alex," he said quickly. "I'm just trying to survive."
I glanced at Barbara and Tim before turning back to Alex.
"What do you know about what's happening here?" I asked sharply.
Alex hesitated for a moment before speaking.
"There have been strange people coming and going from this warehouse," he said nervously. "They talk about some big plan."
My heart pounded in my chest as I processed his words.
This could be the lead we needed.
"Show us where they go," I ordered.
Alex nodded and led us around to a side entrance of the warehouse.
The door was slightly ajar, and I could hear muffled voices from inside.
I signaled for everyone to get ready before pushing the door open slowly.
Inside, we found ourselves in a dimly lit room filled with crates and equipment.
The voices grew louder as we moved deeper into the building.
We rounded a corner and came face-to-face with a group of armed men standing around a table covered in maps and documents.
One of them looked up and saw us, his eyes widening in surprise.
"Intruders!" he shouted, reaching for his weapon.
Before he could react further, I lunged forward and tackled him to the ground.
The air was thick with dust, and the faint smell of oil and rust lingered in the atmosphere.
Tim and Cassandra moved swiftly, disarming two of them before they could fire a shot.
We searched every corner, our eyes scanning for any signs of hidden compartments or secret passages.
Barbara took cover behind a crate, her eyes scanning for an opening.
"Over here," Cassandra whispered, pointing to a section of the wall that seemed slightly out of place.
"Jason, watch out!" she yelled as another man aimed his gun at me.
I approached it cautiously, running my fingers along the rough surface.
I rolled to the side just in time, the bullet whizzing past my ear.
I sprang up and delivered a swift kick to his chest, sending him crashing into a stack of crates.
There was a small indentation, barely noticeable unless you were looking for it.
Cassandra was a blur of motion, her movements precise and deadly.
I pressed it, and with a soft click, a hidden panel slid open.
Inside the compartment was a figure clad in black and gray armor, its eyes glowing with an eerie yellow light.
She incapacitated another attacker with a series of rapid strikes, leaving him crumpled on the floor.
Tim joined her, his staff spinning as he knocked out the last of the armed men.
A talon.
An assassin from the Court of Owls.
"Everyone okay?" I asked, catching my breath.
Before I could react, the talon lunged at me with deadly precision.
Barbara nodded, emerging from her cover. "Yeah. We're good."
I turned to Alex, who was cowering by the door. "You did good. Now stay back and let us handle this."
I barely managed to dodge its initial strike, rolling to the side and drawing my weapon.
The talon moved with unnatural speed, its movements fluid and almost mechanical.
We approached the table covered in maps and documents.
I scanned the papers quickly, my eyes narrowing as I recognized some of the locations marked on the maps.
I swung my weapon at it, but it parried effortlessly, countering with a swift kick that sent me sprawling.
"This is it," I muttered. "These are the League's targets."
Cassandra was on the talon in an instant, her strikes precise and calculated.
She moved like a dancer, her body flowing seamlessly from one attack to the next.
Barbara leaned over my shoulder, her eyes widening as she took in the information. "They're planning coordinated attacks all over Gotham."
Tim's expression grew grim. "We need to stop them before it's too late."
The talon was fast, but Cassandra was faster.
Cassandra's gaze was intense as she studied the maps. "We split up and hit these locations simultaneously. It's our best chance to disrupt their plans."
She landed a series of blows that left it momentarily stunned.
I took advantage of the opening, delivering a brutal punch to its midsection followed by an uppercut that sent it reeling.
I nodded in agreement. "Alright. Tim and Barbara, you take the east side. Cassandra and I will handle the west."
The talon recovered quickly, its eyes narrowing as it assessed us both.
Barbara hesitated for a moment before nodding. "Be careful."
"You too," I replied, gripping her shoulder briefly before turning to Cassandra.
It lunged at Cassandra with renewed ferocity, but she dodged gracefully, her movements almost effortless.
Together, we fought with a synchronized rhythm born from years of training and experience.
As we moved towards the exit, I couldn't shake the feeling that we were running out of time.
The League's plans were already in motion, and every second counted.
My strikes were quick and brutal, designed to incapacitate as efficiently as possible.
We stepped back into the cold night air, our breaths visible in the frigid air.
Cassandra's were precise and lethal, targeting vital points with unerring accuracy.
The talon fought back fiercely, but we were relentless.
The streets were still eerily quiet, but there was an undercurrent of tension that set my nerves on edge.
"We need to move fast," I said to Cassandra as we made our way towards our first target.
With one final coordinated effort, we overpowered it.
She nodded, her expression focused and determined. "We'll stop them. We have to."
Cassandra delivered a devastating blow to its head while I swept its legs out from under it.
The talon crashed to the ground, struggling weakly as we pinned it down.
The first location was an old factory on the outskirts of town.
The building was dark and foreboding, its windows boarded up and its walls covered in grime.
We approached cautiously, our senses on high alert.
"Talk," I demanded, pressing my weapon against its throat. "What are the Court's plans?"
The talon's eyes flickered as it tried to resist, but Cassandra applied pressure to a nerve point on its neck, forcing it to comply.
I could hear faint voices coming from inside, confirming that we were in the right place.
I tightened my grip, my eyes narrowing. "Why? What's their endgame?"
The talon winced, struggling to speak. "Control... they want control of Gotham. The conflict... it will engulf the city in chaos."
Barbara, who had been listening intently, quickly accessed her computer, her fingers flying over the keyboard. "I'm verifying this information," she said, her eyes glued to the screen.
Tim burst into the room, his face a mask of alarm. "What's going on? I heard—"
"The Court of Owls and the League of Shadows are at war," I interrupted, my voice tense. "And it's going to tear Gotham apart."
Tim's eyes widened as he processed the gravity of the situation. He turned to Cassandra and me, his expression resolute. "We need to act fast."
Cassandra and I exchanged a determined look. We both knew what needed to be done.
Barbara's eyes flickered with urgency as she continued typing. "I'm pulling up intel on both factions. We need to know their movements, their plans."
"Got it," Tim said, moving to assist Barbara with the data retrieval.
I turned back to the talon, my grip still firm. "What else do you know? Where are their strongholds?"
The talon coughed, its strength waning. "The Court... they operate from hidden locations... old buildings, underground tunnels..."
Barbara's screen beeped as new information appeared. "I've got something," she announced. "Locations tied to both the Court and the League."
"We need a plan," Tim said urgently.
Barbara nodded, her mind racing. "We'll gather intel on both factions simultaneously. Jason, Cassandra, you'll take the west side of Gotham. Tim and I will handle the east."
"Understood," I replied, releasing the talon and stepping back.
Cassandra moved swiftly to prepare her gear, her movements fluid and efficient.
Tim grabbed his staff and checked his equipment.
Barbara finished compiling the data and transferred it to our devices.
"Stay in constant communication," she instructed. "If anything goes wrong, we regroup immediately."
I nodded, feeling a surge of determination. "Let's move out."
We stepped into the night, the cold air biting at our skin.
The tension was palpable as we navigated through Gotham's darkened streets.
Every shadow seemed to hold a potential threat, every sound a possible ambush.
Cassandra and I moved with purpose towards our first target: an old factory on the outskirts of town.
The building loomed ahead, its windows dark and foreboding.
We approached cautiously, our senses heightened by the silence around us.
Inside, we found ourselves in a dimly lit room filled with crates and equipment.
The air was thick with dust and the faint smell of oil lingered in the atmosphere.
We moved deeper into the building, our eyes scanning for any signs of activity.
Suddenly, a figure darted out from behind a stack of crates.
I reacted instinctively, drawing my weapon and aiming it at the shadowy form.
"Don't shoot!" a voice called out.
It was a young man, his hands raised in surrender.
"Who are you?" I demanded.
"My name is Alex," he said quickly. "I'm just trying to survive."
"What do you know about what's happening here?" I asked sharply.
Alex hesitated before speaking. "There have been strange people coming and going from this warehouse... they talk about some big plan."
My heart pounded as I processed his words. This could be the lead we needed.
"Show us where they go," I ordered.
Alex led us around to a side entrance of the warehouse.
The door was slightly ajar and muffled voices could be heard from inside.
I signaled for Cassandra to get ready before pushing the door open slowly.
Inside, we found ourselves in a dimly lit room filled with crates and equipment.
The voices grew louder as we moved deeper into the building.
We rounded a corner and came face-to-face with a group of armed men standing around a table covered in maps and documents.
One of them looked up and saw us, his eyes widening in surprise.
"Intruders!" he shouted.
Before he could react further, I lunged forward and tackled him to the ground.
Cassandra moved swiftly beside me; together we disarmed two more men before they could fire a shot.
Barbara's voice crackled over our comms: "Jason! Tim! We've got movement on our end too!"
"We're handling it," I replied tersely as another attacker aimed his gun at me.
I rolled to avoid his shot; Cassandra incapacitated him with precise strikes.
Tim's voice came through next: "We're engaging hostiles here as well! Stay sharp!"
"Copy that," I responded while delivering another blow that sent an attacker crashing into crates.
With coordinated effort between Cassandra’s lethal precision strikes and my brute force attacks; we quickly neutralized remaining threats within minutes.
Breathing heavily but victorious; we scanned maps spread across table revealing multiple targets throughout Gotham marked by both factions planning coordinated attacks simultaneously!
"This is it," I muttered grimly studying locations marked on maps closely realizing magnitude threat looming over city!
"We split up hit these locations simultaneously disrupt their plans best chance we've got!" Cassandra suggested intensely focused determinedly!
Nodding agreement decisively; “Alright! Tim Barbara take east side! Cassandra I'll handle west!”
“Be careful!” Barbara urged nodding resolutely gripping shoulder briefly turning exit knowing time running out fast!
Stepping back into cold night air; breaths visible frigid atmosphere streets eerily quiet undercurrent tension setting nerves edge!
