It was another sleepness night, another night for fighting crime. Having disposed of his uniform, Blake got used to this skin-tight suit for quite some time. The suit might be tight in an embarrassing way, yet it did help minimizing friction and stuff, all the theories Fox told him about.
Skin tight, fighting crime at night. That was not his childhood dream, no matter how much he admired Batman. He dreamt of being in the police force, all proud and just, protecting Gotham with the laws. But then the system failed him, and he had to protect justice in his own way.
This path was lonely. Not that he complained, but he truly was lonely. He still went to the orphanage, but he would always be worried that one of the orphans would be used as his weakness, costing him everything he had ever cared about.
Tackling down the thugs onto the ground, Blake noticed there was someone sneaking in the shadows watching him. Frowning in an irritated way, he glared at the source of staring and waited for the man to show himself.
Bruce’s travels through the almost ghostly streets of Gotham had managed to lead him exactly where he desired to go.
“Blake.” He whispered to himself, admiring the boy’s tight costume a little too much. But God had a year and a bit of spandex done him well. With no stuffy police suit to hide his form, Bruce could admire the form of one Jonathon Blake without interruption.
The way his muscles moved, as he fought of the thugs he was currently disposing of, it was entrancing.
From his cover in the shadows, Bruce clapped slowly. He moved ever so slightly forward, so Blake would be able to still see nothing but the smug smirk he now wore on his features.
“Impressive.” He announced, masking his voice in one different to that of Bruce Wayne and of Batman. “And nice outfit, Robin.”
He laughed softly, looking at the red outfit. It was gaudy, but in a way that suited the boy, making him looking incredibly sexy… And he definitely needed to calm himself before revealing himself to Blake.
Stepping back into the cover of shadows, he disappeared from his spot in front of Blake and ran swiftly to a spot behind him, silent in his moves.
Because even if ‘Robin’ had been doing this for a year, he was still no match for someone trained by the League of Shadows.
Grasping both of the boy’s wrist, Bruce breathed into Blake’s ear in his own voice. “Hello, Jonathon..”
A voice changing skill. Blake was alerted, not knowing if the man in the shadow should be a friend or an enemy. Yet he was sure, the man was confident and skilled, and he took one step back as the man slowly approached him.
It turned out to be not such a wise move as Blake was caught by the wrist, then the creepy calling of his real name by his ear, and that familiar voice. Damn. He swore in his heart, already annoyed by the way Bruce decided to make at his come back, lowering himself then head cocking just to hit him hard on his chin - that chin which Bruce was always being flattered for.
Perhaps he was not as accomplished to win a fight with the former batman, but Blake sure would not stand there and do nothing. “Missed Gotham, Bruce?” Blake could not pin down the anxious feeling in his chest, perhaps he was confused, for his idol coming and going always, then coming back here in a rather overly intimate manner whispering to his ear.
You are such a fool, Bruce, Blake somehow was angry and he thought to himself, you could have finally left this place and be happy. Now you came back and Alfred would have to start worrying again.
“So you are now here to test me?” Blake could feel that he almost agreed on what Alfred told him, that if one cared about Bruce, one would not hope to see him back in Gotham again. Especially not with all the Bat talk again.