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The Healer
Prologue
Robin sat in the gym looking at his right hand. He studied it with an unyielding fascination. He opened and closed his hand and he would turn his wrist to and fro, still observing it with serious curiosity. Memories flooded into his mind, and he remembered everything: the cold rain that pelted his exposed arms, the wind that met him as he flew, and the darkness when he crashed. He should have been more careful pursuing Johnny Rancid; instead he fell for the mind games and paid a price. Even now, Robin was familiar with the weight of the cast that wrapped his hand to his forearm. It is in the past, yet he could still feel something; it left a little present that Robin cannot deny. He knows that he did not walk away from all that a hundred percent whole.
The whole event made Robin aware of his limitations. Compared to his teammates, he was the most vulnerable when it came down to it. But no way did it instill fear within him; he is used to dangerous situations―hundreds of them. Nonetheless, there is the expression "one too many." His latest accident simply told him that he needed to be careful for in the future, he may not find any miracles. The mishap did not make him afraid, but rather conscious of his mortality. All in all, he is worried; worried that the next time he breaks, there will be no glue strong enough, or tape sticky enough to put him back together.
So Robin thought that he should be more careful whenever he found himself in harmful scenarios. However, he does not sacrifice his performance for a little security. No. There are too many risks in acting hesitant. The answer is training. In order to have the ability to avoid further injuries, he simply needed to acquire the skills to dodge every bullet shot at him. That is why he is in the gym: to train, train and train. The only way to be careful is to be prepared for any situation, and to be prepared at all times means to gain the capability of fending off any threat. Only then will he truly feel safe.
But he still looked at his hand, remembering the pain. He marveled at how it healed so wonderfully.
Then the alarm went off. He stood up, the towel around his neck falling down. The room was bathed in a red light as the siren blared. Cyborg bolted through the doors.
"Trouble!" he announced.
Robin nodded and followed his teammate out.