Red Robin doesn't consider for one moment that this could be the Artist behind him. He knows the man's M.O. and a straight-out fight would only come after he's had a chance or three to gloat about how much smarter he is than everyone around him. Typical narcissistic behavior of a socio-sadist.
Whoever this is, though, obviously has him pegged as one of the bad guys.
Wait...this person can't possibly think...?
He hears the slightest rustle of fabric on armor, and the drawing of a string, and realizes he'll be dead in seconds if that arrow fires.
"I'm not who you think I am." he says, lowering his arms slowly, and deftly working a disc free of his glove. He's only going to have one shot at this, and if he botches it, he's a dead man.
"If you're after who I think you're after...I've seen him. Let's talk this out before you make a mistake." he says.
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