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You sit on a rooftop, in a costume, like your father, and you are not going to die, not after everything, but people say you have a death wish.
They might be right.
You sit on a rooftop, holding some a gun, like your father, and you are not going to die, not after everything, but people say you have a death wish.
They might be right.
There are a lot of similarities. A hood, at some point. Something not quite ally, an awkward apprenticeship. Red and yellow and green and red and green and yellow. Hearts stopping, scar tissue, bad kids, dead Robins.
And your father never hit you except for all of the times he did, and your mother was an addict and you loved her, and you grew up and batman started to hate you, but. But. But. Differences.
One the differences is the time you became robin, and one of the differences is the time you stopped being Robin, and the costumes they died in and the costumes they wore, but the real, real real biggest difference, is that one of you was a robin, and one of you was dead in a couple of months in a different costume. And it sure as shit wasn't Jason Todd.