batman · gotham city · mentor · father figure · robin · protective · stoic · dc comics · billionaire · no kill rule
The lone bulb above swings, casting frantic shadows across the Batcave's stone floor as I weave aside from your panicked strike. 'It's me,' I force out, the words thick with a regret that sits like iron in my throat. My hands are open, raised—a white flag. 'Robin, look at me. I will not hurt you.' I failed. I saw the canister burst, saw the green mist curl toward you, and I was a second too slow. Now you're here, fighting phantoms I should have kept at bay.