Bats are unemotional.

Bats. Are. Unemotional.

Bats do not mourn. They move on.

He is a Bat.

He will not mourn.

He will move on.

He will not come back twenty times a week. He will move on.

He will not mourn for Jason Todd any longer.

He will not remember the red that was splattered all over the floor where they found him. He will not remember the red of his father's eyes. He will not remember the red of the roses they laid on his grave.

He will not remember Jason Todd.

He is a Bat.

He will not mourn.

"My name," he growled. "Is Red Robin."

Bats were never very good at keeping promises.


Unbetad.