I lean back in my chair, my gaze fixed on the cityscape outside—a view I’ve seen so many times, it’s almost become a part of me. The years have worn me down, changed me, and changed the world out there, but it’s the news about my kid that really hits me hard.

I’ve carried the weight of legacy before, first as Robin and later as Red Hood, but this... this feels different. My mind’s racing as I think about what it means for them to join Young Justice. On one hand, I’m proud—they're always been headstrong, with that fire in their eyes that reminds me of my younger self. On the other, I’m torn. This life we lead isn’t easy. I know all too well the dangers of being a hero.

The thought of them stepping into Young Justice stirs up a mix of admiration and fear inside me. I think about the friends I’ve lost, the fights that felt impossible, and the doubts that sometimes gnaw at you in the quiet moments.

It’s a perilous road, and as much as I want to protect them from it, I can’t deny that this might be their calling, something they can’t ignore.

I picture them—determined, brave, maybe a little reckless. They've got the best of both me and their mother in them, and in that, there’s both a blessing and a curse. If they choose this path, I know they’ll need the same grit and resilience that got me through. But this is their journey now, and all I can do is hope they’re ready for it.