[Center][I]Tim Drake is Red Robin
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[B]The Gauntlet: Prologue[/B][/I][/Center]

Tim took a deep breath as he opened his eyes. The shaking and trembling that the bus made was nerve-racking. It crossed his mind that the driver may have been a little less that sober. Stop and start, it was like he'd never driven before, an opinion reinforced by the high-speed turns that threatened to overturn the bus like a die flicking across a table. Finally, it drew to a firm stop; the doors hissed open and Tim joined a small tribe of commuters navigating the valley between the seats.

[Color=Crimson]"Blüdhaven,"[/Color] he huffed. [I]The greatest place in the world to catch HIV and a movie at once.[/I]

He reached behind himself to grab onto his backpack, clenching it and feeling for his tools and precious masks. The load was uncharacteristically heavy. But, it was the result of his own labor. Most of his generation would prefer not to have harder work as a result of deliberate planning. Despite Tim being the son of a couple one-percenters, the minimalist effort prerogative did not resonate.

Standing on the sidewalk, he backed up to watch the populace flow down the street both ways. Similar trends, colors, possibly gang emblems, were repetitive enough to remind him of a shooting gallery.

According to the instructions he'd printed off the internet his destination was within a few blocks. Not too far to walk. Hands stuffed in his pocket, he casually walked the streets of Bludhaven, noting the exceedingly impoverished people. A strung out old man was leaning against a half-crumbled staircase to an apartment complex's foyer door. Checking the map, Tim noted that this was the wrong place. It made him wonder exactly what the former Robin's housing situation was like.

Tim checked against the map after walking a while longer, he'd lost count of how many drug dealers and prostitutes looked his way. It just didn't happen in Gotham. More than anything else, it made him feel [I]soft[/I]. A while later, he came up to the noted address.

[Color=Crimson]"Hello,"[/Color] he said, knuckles rapping against the door. [Color=Crimson]"I'm looking for Dick Grayson."[/Color]