[center][img]http://i.imgur.com/FfRvive.png?1[/img][/center] With headphones blasting music into his ears, Tyrus Lee stared ahead daydreaming as his hands moved in front of him in the kitchen sink. Every night since the reopening of the family restaurant, the young Korean teenager had found himself here cleaning dishes, as well as generally having a terrible time. Tonight was no exception. The only conceivable difference was that Tyrus had even more motive to leave. His phone, located on the kitchen counter next to him, had been buzzing away all night. He knew exactly who it was. The name had been flashing all over the screen; [b]R-iko[/b]. Riko Sheriden was a member of Gotham’s newly formed Robin Gang; a ragtag army of likeminded teenagers with a love for the Batman and dreams of becoming his official sidekick. The same could be said for Tyrus, however recently he had been distancing himself from the group. Sure he loved being a part of a team and they were all a great bunch of guys, but since finding new equipment and “going legit”, he felt as if it was a good time to branch out on his own. Riko was fully aware of this, which made the increasing number of messages from her even more worrying. Something was definitely happening. Something bad. Glancing across the dimly lit kitchen, Tyrus checked to see if the coast was clear. Fortunately his dad was out front and his mom was busy chopping up ingredients. Now was as good a chance as any to check what was going on. Cleaning his hands, he shot it across the counter towards his phone. He had barely unlocked it however when a shrill voice called out behind him. “Tyrus Lee, get back to work!” His mother shouted angrily, half pointing her chopping knife towards him as she did so. All he could do was groan. Damn mom radar! “[color=crimson]C’mon mom! Place is practically empty.[/color]” He turned as he spoke, gesturing through the kitchen door out into the restaurant where the place was deserted albeit one elderly woman. “We’re still open so you still need to wash the dishes!” She ordered loudly as she went back to cutting up an assorted pile of vegetables. “I want those plates so spotless you can see your own reflection!” “[color=crimson]Pretty sure if they reflect this face they’ll crack[/color]” Tyrus mumbled under his breath in response as he gave it another wipe with the soapy dishcloth. Despite the quietness of his remark however, it met his mother’s ears, evident by the pair of arm smothering him from behind. “Aww what are you saying, Ty Ty?” She said childishly between the kisses. “My little soldier is beautiful!” “[color=crimson]Urgh, mom![/color]” Tyrus groaned as he squirmed out of his mother’s embrace. “[color=crimson]Ge’off![/color]” “Fine!” She surrendered, her voice returning to its normal motherly tone of frustration. She threw up her hand into the air as she backed away, gesturing towards the door. “Go study. Just make sure you remember who cleaned your diapers all those years ago!” Preferring to ignore her last remark, Tyrus simply sighed a sigh of relief. After dropping his plate into the bubbly depths of the sink and throwing both his apron and dishcloth onto a pile of dirty cloths, Tyrus gave his mother a quick mocking wave before scurrying away as fast as he could. As soon as he was out of the kitchen and in the stairwell leading to their apartment above the restaurant, Tyrus whipped back out the phone. He stopped in his tracks, half way up the stairs, as he began to read Riko’s various messages, his eyes widening. Looks like this would be a job for Robin! [hr][hr] Robin knew he had arrived in Devil’s Square as soon as he laid eyes upon the illuminous green question marks that lined the walls. Riko definitely hadn’t been kidding about the severity of things. Despite the Riddler’s overly egotistical and flamboyant nature, Tyrus knew he mustn’t be fooled. The guy was bad news, and probably as dangerous as they come. However Tyrus couldn’t really say the same thing about this Cluemaster. Truth be told, the young vigilante had never even heard of him. Still, he needed to keep his wits about him and stay focused. Besides; Clues? Riddles? What’s the difference really? To Tyrus they were both one thing; the enemy. That being said, the thought of going up against someone like the Riddler did send a shiver down Tyrus’ spine. The psychopath had gone up against the Batman himself after all, and by the sounds of it, even he struggled against him. So what chance did he have? What match was some little Korean punk playing dress up against a real supervillain? No. Tyrus shook his head at that final question. What chance does he have? [b]He’s the God Damn Robin![/b] He has every chance! That was when the sound of a gunshot ripped through the air around him. His eyes dart around for the source of the commotion at once, before freezing on a small alleyway to his right where the sound of shouting could be heard. Gritting his teeth, he lashed his arm out forwards, shooting out one end of his billy club. The metal pole flew along the rooftops, before clattering around the railings at the top of a fire escape. Giving the metallic coil a short tug, Robin darted forward off of the top of the room. At once he began to fall, causing Tyrus’ eyes to snap shut. Then finally, the pull of the rope came, and he found himself propelled upwards into the air. At once his eyes shot back open and a smile flashed across his face. Leaning to the right, Tyrus found himself turning in the air, swinging around on the wire straight towards the alleyway. As he neared both the alleyway and the ground, Tyrus got a brief glimpse at the situation at hand, taking in both the ugly looking thugs, as well as the purple clad woman. Spotting the one wielding the gun, Tyrus clicked the billy club’s switch, causing the club attached to the fire escape to retract back towards him. Now free falling from just a few metres in the air, Tyrus dived straight towards him. The sight of a young child flying towards him was enough to confuse the man and stop him from firing. The impact the enough to knock him to the floor, with Robin’s feet landing firmly on his stomach. Unfortunately the landing certainly wasn’t a smooth one, causing Tyrus himself to land hard on the floor too. Luckily the impact only left him with something to groan about rather than a serious injury. “[color=crimson]Andrew Garfield really made this seem easy![/color]” He apologised as he stumbled onto his feet, only to find one of the other green covered goon’s fists flying towards his face. Falling backwards slightly, Robin found his grip and readied himself besides the fellow vigilante, trying to ignore the ever increasing pain that was now encompassing his right cheek. “[color=crimson]That your best shot, man?[/color]” He jested, swinging his now fully connected bill club around in his hand. “[color=crimson]Because I’d seriously like to see you make another![/color]”