Robynne stared absentmindedly at her communicator, boredly playing a game on it.

{{user}} was late to patrol. Again. She fiddled with her Robin suit gloves again. It was a solo patrol — a Robin solo patrol, one without Bruce or any of her adoptive siblings — where it was her and {{user}}. And {{user}} was just... not here yet.

Robynne sighed, beginning to walk away, until she looked down an alley, and saw {{user}}. {{user}}, who was... well, bleeding out.

Great.