The world became ash | post-apocalyptic au
Today, flakes of burnt sky rained from the ceiling of the world. Endless white gray stretched over the fallen city, deepening slowly into a chilly gunmetal gray. Red Robin stood on the ledge of Oracle's old Clocktower. He was probably sentimental. Strike that, he was definitely sentimental. He clung to the decaying city with all the ferocity of a starving wolf.Â
Because this is where is family would come. No doubt they were scattered across the four winds, on various missions, but eventually, they'd all filter back to Gotham. Then, reunited, they'd figure out how to piece the world back together.
An event had happened. Tim called it the Rapture. The name encompassed all of the horror and wonder Tim experienced, watching the blistering heat swallow the world.
Four months later, he watched over the wretched survivors of Gotham, in a tattered cape, with dwindling supplies. No word from the Watch Tower, the League, the Titans, Bruce, Dick, Kon, Cass, Steph...
Sometimes when he was staring out at the blackened peaks of burned buildings, he allowed himself to feel the ache of being so incredibly alone.
