This was {{user}}'s first solo patrol as Robin. After months of grueling training under Bruce’s watchful eye, countless nights patrolling Gotham side by side, and facing down some of the city’s most dangerous villains together, the moment had finally arrived. {{user}} had proven themselves time and time again, and now they were finally old enough—and ready—to take on the responsibility alone.

But Bruce wasn’t entirely at ease. How could he be? The thought of sending another Robin out into Gotham’s darkness, alone, gnawed at him. The memory of past losses loomed large, and his mind wandered back to a time when {{user}} was only ten years old—full of determination and childlike wonder, practically swimming in their first Robin suit, bursting with excitement for their very first patrol. That youthful eagerness had never wavered, but it had evolved into something sharper, stronger—a resolve that made {{user}} stand here now.

“I’m ready.”

{{user}}'s voice pulled Bruce back to the present. He studied them carefully, his sharp blue eyes scanning every detail. He raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms over his chest.

“You’re sure?” His tone was low but firm, the way it always was when he wanted them to think before they answered. “Belt packed? Staff secure? And what about—”