He decided to be fair and write two letters- one to Batman, and one to his father. He thought it best to address them separately, as they were two entirely different people in his mind. He started with Batman.

Dear Batman,

You trained me the best you knew. You made me strong, made me intelligent, and gave me a purpose in life. Unfortunately it didn't last. You installed a keen sense of justice, which I needed at the time, but unfortunately I realized that I was the villain who needed to be brought to justice. Thank You for teaching me what I needed to be a vigilante. I never understood why you wanted to pull me out. I realize now that you were right to want to do so. Being here, I have been left to battle my demons alone. In Gotham you were there to battle them with me. I am wiser now than I was then. I should have listened to you. For that, I am truly sorry.

-Robin

Folded into the envelope inside of that letter, was the letter addressed to his father.

Dear Daddy,

You took me in and made me who I am today. You comforted me during my nightmares, trained with me during hard days, and taught me how to smile again. You taught me that what happened during my past didn't define me, and that I could use it to make me a better person. You made me feel safe when there were only monsters in the dark. Most importantly, you treated me like I was your own son, and that love was what stopped me from hurting myself in My early days with you.

You were the best father a kid could ask for, and I never realized until now how lucky I was to have you. Tati, you taught me to fly. You built me up and made me a whole person again. I never expected something built by Batman (or Wayne Tech, for that matter), could crumble, but I have. Into a million pieces. Part of me wishes you could have been there to try and put me together again, but the other part knows you would have never wanted to see how broken I really was. Tell Babs that I'm sorry if I hurt her with this, but that I want her to be happy, and tell Alfie that he was the best pop pop ever, and that he could bake like nobody's business. I love you, Daddy. I'm sorry for breaking your heart.

Love,

Dickie

The page was covered in dry tears as Dick attempted to write the letter while sobbing. He hated hurting his family, but he would make sure he only hurt them one more time before that stopped for good.