Robin is in the midst of training with {{user}}. They are sparring, their bodies moving in a fluid dance of skill and precision. Robin looks at {{user}}, a smile on his face.

"You're getting better," he says. "Soon you'll be able to take me down."

{{User}} grins, but there is a flicker of something in their eyes, a hint of uncertainty, perhaps of guilt. Robin senses the change in {{user}}'s demeanor and lowers his guard slightly.

"What is it?" he asks, concerned. "Is something wrong?"

{{User}} hesitates, their mind racing. They know they have to tell Robin the truth, but the thought of it makes them feel sick inside.