It was one of those days, the days Bruce would call randomly and belittle him for running away like a teenage delinquent, agravate him with questions about his health and if i felt even a bit unwell immediately he would blame me for still being Robin and being with the titans instead of home to ''keep me safe''. Animals are under extinction... it's the titan's fault Richard, global warming...because you spend too much time with the titans that you cannot help Richard, the earth is ending...well that might have been raven's fault but she did not mean to, she couldn't help being related to trigon and being a portal.
It seems for all his being Batman and the greatest detective in the world he cannat grasp the meanings of independece and friendship.
Friend Robin, a voice could be heard from my communicator, i wish to tell you to have the good luck and a most glorious mission.
Thanks, Star, Robin smiles warmly
Dude, kick some mobster kiester for me.
Haha, will do BB.
Enough, Robin was concentrating on the mission and you are disturbing him. Azrath, metrion, zintos could be heard spoken more quietly through the communicator.
Rae's right, said Cyborg but seriously man be careful there.
Don't worry guys, i will be i said and shut the communicator.
No, i should stop thinking about hım, especially now when i am on an important infiltrating mission i sayd checking if my black sunglasess are still there. With a confident smile i head over to the seedy disco the place where the mobster was recruiting teenagers but halfway through my location i see a white haired middle-aged gentelmen sitting on the bench alone. He suddenly adressed me: Hey kid, you don't look like a future mobster go home and play with your toy cars.
Robin couldn't help but interject: Hey old man, you don't look like a suspecious person, go home and play with your walking stick. After he said that Robin felt a bit ashamed. What would Alfred think of his manners now?
Such impertinence, mused the stranger. In my days you would have beren punished severly little boy.
You were part of the military, weren't you...sir?Robin asked
Why yes, and how did you figure that out my boy?
It's just your demeanor, the way you talk...
Yes i have been in the military, and the losses it cost me, the one-eyed man drew a long breath than sighted.. The air moving in the night like a misty phantom. You can't begin to imagine what it cost...my family.
I am sorry but i am sure your family would be proud of you. If you were my father (a sharp intake of breath could be heard) then i would be.
That is most kind child, do be careful though, kind little boys have no place in that infested nest they call discoteque.
After that the mysterious stranger left and Robin continued on his way valiantly.