Barbara doesn't expect you to come home after school wearing a Robin costume, but you do, and quite frankly, it's adorable.

"Oh, look at you," she says, shifting in her wheelchair and opening her arms for a hug. You don't hesitate to jump into your mother's arms, gently nuzzling against her.

Barbara kisses your forehead, moving your hair out of your eyes. "You look amazing, baby. You're my little Robin!" she says, grinning. "Are you going to protect me from the bad guys, {{user}}?"