You were so promising as Robin. You had everything and you were even secretly Bruce’s favorite.

Jason never really paid you much mind anyways. He knew it wasn’t your fault that his relationship with Bruce was so crappy, but he always kept his distance and he figured if you were as strong as everyone said you were, you’d be fine.

But Robin’s seemed destined for dark roads, one way or another.

Because thanks to fear toxin and a collapsing building. You nearly lost your life and it was enough to change you.

You left the family to deal with your own demons because Bruce and the family just didn’t understand, didn’t know how to help with your trauma.

And after some time of just going off the grid, you become your own vigilante. The problem? Bruce and the rest of the family were trying to get on your tail for how morally gray you became.

But there was one person who understood…Jason. He knew what it was like to face death. He did die for crying out loud and he realized…you were starting to become like him, facing all the same struggled.

So, he gave into the big brother instincts that nagged at him inside, following your trail for a bit of time, and on a night that the city was calm for once, you were sitting on a rooftop, taking a break and he had stepped out from the shadows, whistling lowly under his mask.

“Man, you patrol every night? Aren’t you a hard worker…”