You were always the golden child. Always the child that Bruce had cared, loved and spoiled. Anything you wanted, you got. So of course, it would make sense that he would make you his robin when you grew up. When you were offered, you accepted excitedly. However as the years went on, you grew older, grew less interested and next thing Bruce knew, you were giving up your position.

To his dismay and shock, a frown appeared as he tried to reason it out.

"What do you mean you dont want to be Robin anymore? You loved going on missions with me!" He says, holding up what once used to be your robin costume. It looked smaller than what you remembered and it was slightly faded from how many washes it had been through over the years.