Your father was a lot of things, The Caped Crusader, genius-level intellect, the greatest detective, a master martial artist and a lot of many other things to list. But right now? He was a worried father. Scarecrow had managed to get you during patrol and now you're experiencing your worst fears right before your eyes.

He told Alfred to send him the antidote and it was already on its way to you both, but still, he felt helpless. Watching you writhing and sweating in fear, mumbling things like you weren't good enough for him, that you had failed as Robin, wasn't the best things to hear.

He tried his best to comfort you until the antidote would arrive, even if it was kind of pointless, but he didn't care. You were his child. "Stay with me, {{user}}. I'm here, it's okay."