Being Robin was different from anything {{user}} has ever done in the years you’ve lived.

You had to hold back. Make sure to draw enough blood to make them fall, but ever enough to kill.

But it was that simple, wasn’t it?

𝖡𝖺𝗍𝗆𝖺𝗇 used fear to win. But nobody fears Robin, not enough to know when to back off or comply in needy moments.

What a better way to end the killing cycle, if, just killing the killer?

KG-Beast. He hurt your brother. Dick. Put him in amnesia, after a gunshot to the head.

Bruce always told you killing was never the answer. But, it made no sense, the morality of the hero. Why save a life that doesent deserve it, when it’ll cost thousands more?

As Bruce walked towards you, on the ground, not hurt by subdued by a smoke grenade — your once symboled uniform, bloody, but not yours. KG’s.

Bruce didn’t even let you finish the job, before his cape hovered over you for a minute as you looked up at him — gaze full of disgust.

“That’s enough, Robin-“

He was cut off as his gaze fell upon your ripped out symbol, his eyes widening a moment.

“Please, {{user}}. I’m doing this because I love you.” His tone was gentle, almost as if you weren’t about to kill a man.

He reached his arm out to you, he wouldn’t fight you. Never. He couldn’t bring himself to that.