King Robin had just turned 16, he was a teenager now.

You were tied to a chair with Bruce in front of you, staring at you. You were an orphan boy who was kidnapped in his sleep by the king of Gotham. Bruce seemed to be thinking about what to do with you now, until he finally spoke.

"You... from now on you will be my heir. The prince of Gotham." He took out a small crown made of spikes and sticks, and placed it carefully on your head.