"I've heard of you." Red Robin was the first to speak, looking at Spider-Man. "...All good things. You've done quite a few good deeds in Gotham these past few days and caused a huge stir. Nearly everyone in Gotham knows Batman has acquired a rather chatty new assistant."
"Uh, am I really that famous?" Spider-Man reached up and scratched his head.
"What are you still standing there for? Why don't you come sit down?" Red Robin's gaze fell on the sofa.
Spider-Man, standing behind the sofa, silently took another small step back. He swallowed and looked at Red Robin. "You may not believe this, but I have a danger-warning function. Right now, it's louder than it's ever been since I came to this strange city."
"You think I'm dangerous?"
"I don't mean to be rude, but is there anyone in this city who isn't dangerous?"
"You're far more unexpected than I thought." Red Robin shook his head, seeming somewhat disappointed.
When this youth, who looked like nothing more than Spider-Man's ordinary classmate, raised his eyes again, the icy, bone-deep aggression in them made Spider-Man's hair stand on end.
The warning blare of his Spider-Sense shot through the roof. Spider-Man instantly rolled behind a stool beside the table, and two gleaming darts were embedded in the floor where he had just been standing.
"I thought I would see a younger version of Batman." Red Robin stood before the sofa, expressionless. "Considering how much he likes you and how he thinks you might be the perfect natural Robin, that isn't an unreasonable guess, is it?"
"I..."
"It's obvious he likes you." Red Robin's gaze swept over Spider-Man's suit, and the look sent a shiver through Spider-Man from head to toe.
"Wait, listen, let me explain, um..."
"He has never given that kind