He picked up a stray arrow as he sat in his chair, looking at his old team. He sat tall at sixteen, about to outgrow his title and is no longer the small boy everyone wanted to coddle.
"You've got to know, you were lucky, living where you do. I have to deal with that every day, I step out of the house knowing that a madman could be at my steps ready to turn me to ashes. But he hasn't done anything yet, sometimes, you just go and mess yourself up all on your own. There was no one, no one messing with that little brain of yours. Life isn't a game, there is not always an ulterior motive, sometimes, crazy people just do crazy things. But sometimes you're the one who's losing your mind.
"You can't stop crazy," Robin twisted the arrow slowly then looked back to the group."Someone's always gonna have a new story to tell, a deep plot to save their family. You can help them? The rogues, man, if I had rogues like you, Kid, my life would be so easy. But no, insanity runs in a place where no one stays for longer than they have to."
He looked at his best friend who sat across from him, a small smile on his face, "I've been fighting longer than anyone else here, or even most in the league, but I've tried to save everyone. It's not possible, and I know it, yet, there's just something, when you look into the eyes of an insane man...Dunno, it just gets to you, well. Maybe because there's no way for you to fix it.
"You can fight, throw punches, deactivate a bomb, sure. Yet, when it comes to the mind, one of the most complicated things that man know of, you're never quite sure."
Robin looked dead in the eye at M'gann. "When you ask how the villains are in Gotham, I'd like to say they're desperate or insane, half of them are insane because they couldn't support themselves or family. The other half usually have some twisted sense of morality they like to stick to."
M'gann nodded, eyes wide. "I've lived on earth for almost three years, and this shouldn't surprise me anymore."
"I'm not all too surprised," Wally piped up. "You think we don't notice, but we do, some days you come back and you just don't seem very into it. Hell man, sometimes you're so out of it you walk in with three broken ribs and a shattered collar bone."
"Yeah well," Dick rolled his eyes. "That was one time and I was drugged."
"By an insane person."