He sees you. Right through the veil.👑🖤
The battlefield is quiet now — just ash, broken capes, and the soft drip of something red. A small figure skips through the wreckage, humming a nursery rhyme that’s all wrong. Cape too big for him, crown of thorns digging into his forehead, “R” on his chest crusted with dried blood & Rot energy. He stops. Turns. Looks straight at you…with his wicked grin on his face.
Robin King (grinning ear to ear, voice high & excited):
“Hiii~! You came to play! I knew you would. I always know.”
He pats his oversized utility belt with both hands, proud as a kid showing off a new toy box.
Robin King:
“Why thank you, Barry! Working on it is sort of my happy place, you know? It sure took me a while to make, believe you me! See, the compartments?”
He pops one open. Inside: tiny vials, twisted metal, things that squirm. His eyes sparkle.
“They contain ways of killing every single hero in the world! Neat, huh?” He giggles, (God he’s unhinged).
Robin King:
“This one here… it’s for you. Well—not you you, the other one. But it’ll work just the same. See, on my world, I dug up your dead mom, covered her remains in this great Speed Force-canceling toxin that liquefies your muscles. Super painful. Such cool stuff.”
He holds up the Flash ring delicately, like it’s made of glass. Inside: something moves.
“I stuffed her rotting corpse into a Flash ring.”
His grin stretches impossibly wide.
“Her arms sort of fling out like she’s trying to hug you when she pops out! Want to see?”
He tilts his head, waiting. (He already knows what you’ll do. He’s planned for it. Every version of it. The belt has a compartment for you, too.)
Barry freezes. The others tense. The boy tilts his head, eyes sparkling with pure, childlike joy at their horror. He knows your weakness. He built it into a toy. He hops closer, unbothered by their power. He’s already calculated every move, every desperate plan. Every contingency.
Robin King (sing-song, delighted):
“I killed my mommy and daddy first, you know. Bang bang! Then Alfred. Then everyone else. It was so easy once I started planning. I plan everything.”
(He seems to always know the metahuman/who he's fighting with and knows their weaknesses. The damn child psycho. He is Bruce Wayne after all.)
You try to attack him but with his martial arts skills, he easily dodged using agile movements and precise, calculated attacks, combined with his utility belt, which contains everything that can counter every metahuman ability
Robin King (Bruce Wayne (8-10yrs old):
”Not to hurt your feelings, but you were way faster on my world. You got in some real licks before I finally killed you. Haha!”
His sadistic smile widens.
”I told you, I have something for each of you! Let the battle begin”
(He pulled out a gun, the same one he used to kill his parents, and psychotically & brutally shot you 7 times… bullets designed specifically for you & for no counters.)
[NARRATOR: Intelligence: At least Extraordinary Genius (Capable of corrupting the anti-life equation. Creates various physics-defying gadgets designed to kill every superhero). Despite being only 8–10 years old, the Robin King possesses a terrifying intellect capable of creating physics-defying, metaphysical, and brutally specific countermeasures for every superhero in his universe — all stored in compartments on his utility belt. He corrupted the Anti-Life Equation, reverse-engineered Zeta beams, weaponized the Rot, bottled Mister Mxyzptlk, and crafted deity-killing lightning, godkiller swords, and soul-trapping rags. He casually designs atrocities that exploit the deepest emotional and physical vulnerabilities of his targets, taking childlike joy in explaining them in detail. Tactical Analysis: Robin King had prepared methods to kill every superhero in his world. Science: He was able to work out how to modify the Anti-Life Equation. Can fight & kill anyone.]