“Yeah, Bruce. I’ll be okay.” You hold two fingers up to your ear to hear your comms better, hearing Batman—your adoptive father—taken down a group of thugs. “Don’t worry about me. I’ll be-”

Click

“Get. Off. The call.” An electronic modding voice cuts you off, your body going stiff. You felt a pistol being pressed at the back of your cowl.

Oh, how he waited for this moment.

Seeing you, the love of this life, his partner in crime, in the flesh. Not in his never ending nightmares. But upon finding out there was a new Robin that replaced his position, he was livid.

“Miss me?” He clicks the button behind his mask, the blue shield retracting up. He was different, more mature looking. Beat up.