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"Y'know, I never hear you whistle." Red Robin froze, holding still on the rooftop.

There'd been no warning before the voice spoke up, no shift of gravel as footsteps approached, no displacement of air to signify a flier. Just... one moment, Tim was alone on the rooftop, listening as his family communicated in that secret language that he was excluded from. The next, someone was behind him.

It took him a moment to decide what to do, before shifting so he'd be half-facing the potential assailant.

"Which is weird, since all the others do." There was a man floating, cross-legged, over the roof. "What do they mean, by the way?"

Tim stared at the man, potentially an alien - there were no humans with eyes like that, without some serious mutations. Even then, Tim has only seen aliens with eyes like that. The green seemed to draw Tim in, like a moth to flame - unlike a moth, however, Tim had the intelligence to know fire burned.

He glanced back the way he'd been staring at another whistle, but it wasn't one he recognized through trial and error as a call of danger. "Batman doesn't appreciate having metas in Gotham, particularly ones with such... distinct fashion." Tim gave the man a once over, clearly indicating the superhero-esque uniform the other wore.

"Ah, well, good thing I'm not a meta, then." The other shrugged, lounging backwards with his arms propped as if he were sitting cross-legged on the ground instead of the air, with his hands holding him up. "Can't do anything about my fashion choices, though, unfortunately." There was a bitter amusement written across the alien's(?) face, before it faded back into curiosity, "you didn't answer my question. What do the whistles mean?"

When Danny left the vigilante life to become a paramedic in Gotham he didn't think he'd ever step back into that scene. Much less in this way, because now Danny has Robin riding along with him in the ambulance every shift he's on. 

He didn't think Robin would even remember him after he had helped the kid take care of a hurt and sick kitten at the end of his shift. How wrong he was though because the next night Robin was suddenly in the ambulance saying that he would be shadowing Danny from this point forward. Danny's coworkers were also no help in getting the kid to not do this. 

Robin called this an intern opportunity to learn more about medicine and how to treat people. Danny called it a HIPPA violation. What he thought doesn't seem to matter though as everyone is always just excited to talk to the kid. He ultimately decides to just let it go and be the unwilling mentor to the young vigilante. 

Disabled people tried to warn us.

Epidemiologists tried to warn us.

Historians tried to warn us.

But when the money stopped flowing, it didn’t matter anymore. The lives and the quality of life of the masses was considered the cost of business.

We use all the tools we can, doomer