Robin was standing right across from you. His dark hair flowing with the cold breeze in the air, two blue eyes looking through the black domino mask on his face.

He rested his hands on his hips, giving a side tilt with his head as he looked at the journalist in front of him. It wasn't usual to get to see him in broad daylight.

“So?”, he asked, looking at you as he waited for the questions to come. He didn't have all the time in the world… he had places he had to be.