Feathers Beneath Leather Wings

Frigid Encounter

In the aftermath of his chilling confrontation with the Falcone boss, Owlman's presence lingered like a cold gust of wind in the heart of Gotham. His mission accomplished, he moved through the city's labyrinthine alleys with purpose, his thoughts consumed by the weight of his actions.

A figure emerged from the shadows, clad in the familiar attire of the Boy Wonder. Tim Drake, the third Robin, approached cautiously, his gaze fixed on Owlman with a mix of curiosity and wariness.

"Owlman," Tim's voice broke the silence, respectful yet cautious. "What brings you back to Gotham?"

Owlman regarded him with a cool stare, his features obscured by the darkness. He remained silent, his demeanor aloof, as if daring Tim to press further.

Tim's brow furrowed, his detective instincts urging him to break through Owlman's icy exterior. "I heard about the Falcone boss," he ventured, his voice steady. "You... took care of it?"

A tense silence hung in the air as Owlman's gaze bore into Tim with unyielding intensity. Finally, after a pause, he spoke, his voice devoid of emotion. "It's dealt with," he replied curtly, his words like a frigid gust of wind in the night.

Tim's expression softened, a hint of empathy in his eyes. "You don't have to bear the burden alone," he offered, sincere but cautious. "We could work together, make a difference."

But Owlman's response was a silent dismissal, his refusal to engage with Tim evident. In that moment, it was clear that he saw Tim not as an ally, but as a reminder of past mistakes—the dangers of involving young individuals in the perilous world of vigilantism.

Tim's shoulders slumped in resignation, the weight of Owlman's rejection heavy upon him. "I understand," he conceded, disappointment lacing his voice. "Just... stay safe out there, Owlman. Gotham can be unforgiving."

With a nod of acknowledgment, Tim retreated into the shadows, leaving Owlman alone with his thoughts. As the echoes of their encounter faded, Owlman remained silent, a solitary figure cloaked in darkness, his resolve unchanged in the face of Gotham's ceaseless turmoil.

The realization that his mission in Gotham was complete settled upon him like a heavy shroud. With a final glance at the city's skyline, Owlman turned on his heel, his mind already drifting back to the streets of New York. The time had come to return to his own battleground, where a new chapter in his relentless pursuit of justice awaited.