Um… here have a random fic that just sprang up. Not much to say except, rain, capes, and a quiet moment between vigilante brothers?
The rain pelts down hard onto the crouching figure hidden in the shadows of Gotham. The figure, Robin, aka Timothy Drake, tightens his cape further around himself. His mouth curves down into a frown as he can feel the product from his hair begin to melt away from the torrential rain. Really, he should just go home.