Right from wrong…at a young age, we are taught what is right, and what is wrong. But are we really? No, we are taught what our parents perceive as right and wrong. We are taught that things are black and white; that right is this way, and wrong is that way.
Then, one day, when we are seen as old enough, it is explained to us that right and wrong aren't as simple as we thought. We are told that there are exceptions, and these exceptions are called ethics. We are told that we now have to decide what is right and what is wrong. Unfortunately, it would be more accurate if they told us right and wrong, good and evil, are all opinions--nothing more.
When we are young, we're told some things are right and some things are wrong. Then we get to a certain age, and everything changes. Suddenly we are asked, "Do you think this is right?" or, "Do you think that is wrong?". Most of us decide which is which by what we were told by our parents. Essentially, we decide by what we have been taught when we were young.
So, what happens when what you think is right or wrong deviates from what your parents, or in this case, the guy who taught you everything, thinks is right and wrong? I mean, it's not like one of us is right and the other is wrong. It's just that I'm right for the way I think, and he is right for the way he thinks. The question is, how do the two merge? How do I continue doing what I do, being who I am, and working with him the way I do, when I completely disagree with him? That doesn't work--that can't work.
There has to be some sort of middle ground, or something. Unfortunately, this Robin just hasn't found it yet. Then again, this is Batman I'm talking about, and there really is no middle ground with him. It has always been his way or no way, and I'm starting to wonder how someone can function that way. I mean, there's something to be said for compromises--no?
I'm starting to think I preferred life on the streets. At least there, everything made sense. Sure, it was harsh, and more often than not…painful, but it was simple. You screwed up, you got hurt. You screwed up bad enough, and you could end up dead. Cruel, but true. This, all of this, is just so…confusing.
Maybe my problem is the fact that I'm a street kid at heart, and I always will be. I don't belong here; and trying to fit into HIS world just isn't working. Maybe this runaway needs to do just that…runaway. I mean he's always telling me how I'm not as good as the first Robin. He constantly feels this need to point out all the ways we are different. Maybe the way to prove we aren't all that different is to follow in my "big brother's" footsteps and leave. There has to be a reason the guy didn't stick around, and maybe that's because Batman has half a dozen batarangs stuck up his ass, and needs to learn to deal.
Then again, I'm told the first Robin was rather pensive. So, maybe we aren't all that different after all, given this lovely rant session, or maybe this Robin hasn't slept in three days, and it's starting to get to him. Either way, something needs to change before I break...before I end up going completely insane. I'm afraid of clowns, and I really don't want to end up sharing a cell with one.
The End
