Traitor
Inevitably, she was a traitor.
She couldn't tell anyone otherwise. She couldn't run from the fact and she couldn't lie about it. Then at the same time she couldn't tell. She couldn't bring herself to go to them, and to tell the truth. She couldn't redeem herself.
The only thing to do was hide.
Her back was pressed against the rough brick of the corner she sat in. Her knees were tucked to her chest and she wrapped the long quilt tighter around herself and her two-year-old son. There was not a sound, but she knew he was following her, and tracking her down as she hid here.
Richard Grayson was coming. He was coming to capture the traitor.
(A/N: This is sort of a continuation from the last one but not really... It's a few year after that. If you didn't get why she is a traitor well... let's just say she has a son and a baby on the way who's father just happens to be evil...wink wink if you know who I mean. Robin doesn't know he just knows his daughter is running from him.)
