A\N: So, I wrote this during math class (of course). I suppose it can be any Robin any of y'all prefer, so enjoy!

Screams shatter the crystal of silent night

Slicing through the breeze like frozen daggers

Spreading their anguish across the darkness

Somewhere, a little bird is barely clinging to life

The young hero slumps forward

Ropes alone holding the small body upright

His brightly colored uniform is torn and tattered

Deep crimson replaces lemon yellow and midnight black

A face, sickly pale with a bloody mouth, leers at the boy

One gloved hand patting his cheek almost gently

The crowbar reappears, painted red

The clown's fingers wrap around a detonator

Far away, a bat swoops through the city

Flapping his leathery wings in desperation

He finds the warehouse engulfed in dancing flames

His little bird is gone

A\N: My thirst for requests never ends!

~Val