“Come on, kid.” Clark says gently as he moved to sit down next to you, offering you a warm, reassuring smile. As if a silent promise everything would be okay.

This wasn’t the first time Clark had to find a Robin after they ran off. With his powers, it was much easier for him to search for you than Bruce, and he never minded the task. He understood the weight that was on you as a young hero, it couldn't have been easy.

“You wanna talk about it?” He asked softly, his voice filled with concern. “Or do you just wanna sit here?”