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Minor: Dark Flier, Immortal, Boxer (Pugilist), Exploitive, Swordmaster, Angry Cinnamon Roll, Tripping, Perpetual Cheer, Chef, Blacksmith, Pegasus Knight, Teacher, Librarian, Masochist, Literal-Minded, Authoritative, Middle Age, Wyvern Rider, Phobia, Thicc, Tsundere, Damsel in Distress, Gangrel's Child, Wyvern Rider, Child, Communist, Bomber, Bear Cavalry, Flying, ADHD, Super Strength, Patriotic, Martial Artist, Scottish, Sassy, One Liner.
Standard: Elemental, Deaf, Foreign, Future sight, Nurse/Medic, Valmese Tactician, Medusa, Amazon, Genderfluid, Gift from Validar + evil to good, Mind Control, Banshee, Mimic, Emotionless, Crippling Overspecialization (Idiot Savant), Coward, ESP, POW, PTSD, Magician, Mute, Handicapped, Secret Helper, Crazy, Morpher, Dreamwalker, Motherly, Twins, Regenerating, Animal Whisperer, Naga/Tiki Assistant, Deadly Touch, Mind Reader, Doppelganger, Arachne, D&D magic, Umbramancer, Horror Monster, Detective, Dominatrix, Songstress, Kinky, Matchmaker, Androphobic, Fashion Designer, Illusionist, Attraction Aura, Ring Maker, Therapist, Teleporting, Crippled, Puppet, Broken, Hallucination, Depressed.
Unlikely: Chrom's child, Minotaur, Paladin, Werewolf, Assassin, Future Soldier, Bounty Hunter, Weather control, Kleptomaniac, Druid, Steampunk, Shadow Familiar, Magic Augmentation, Lucky, Exile, Piper (Charmer), Gladiator, Witch Doctor, Centaur, Drunk, Demon, Punk, Harpy, Revenant, Luck Manipulation, Demon Summoner, Megalomaniac, Kitsune, King of Plegia, Mood Ring, Reverse Aging, Hammerspace, Prostitute, Demon Hunter, Cyborg, Maid/Servant/Butler, Deadlord, Rebellion, Einherjar, Trap, Yandere, Living Weapon, Size Shifter, Queen of Plegia, Gluttonous, Stretchy, Ninja, Alchemist, Protoss, Spirit Manipulation, Invisible, Plegian Honor Guard, Mecha, Kryptonian, Creator, Orc, Memory Stealing Respawn, Racer, Khan, Misfortune, Vampire Hunter, Geokinetic, Imaginary Actualization, Death, Resurrection, Force, Merchant, Background Music, Variable, Civilian, Natural Disaster, Mental Noise Projection, Hidden OP, Summoner, Cyclops, Teleporter, Cryokinetic, Genie, Judge, Intangibility, Fortune Teller, Future Vision, Serial Killer, Pervert, Magic Fixit, Drakengard Restoration, Ying-Yang, Childhood Friend, Cyberpunk, Chrom's Mother, Obsessed, Berserker, Phase Shift, Gravity Manipulation, Hallucinating, Bladesoul, Zombie, Double Entendre, Shared Body/Two Souls, Cannibal, Singer, Violent, Insane, Waterbender, Casanova, Cupid, Undertaker, Master Thief, Guard, Faceless, Shadow, Age Control, Cradle Snatcher, Emo, Singer, Nun, Courier, Haunted Knight Armor, Egyptian, Sentient Object, Shit Lord, Court Wizard, Naga's sibling, Mad Queen, Artist, Predator, Cheshire Cat, Radio Host, Chimera, Wendigo, Witch, Symbiote, Hivemind, Hammerspace, Anna, Mother Nature, Psychopath, Stripper.
Other: Self-insert, Second Generation replacement, Dimensional Walker, Cycle, Fates.
Sleepless, suggested by Darkness is Complete. Also Stalker as suggested by Invisible Prince. Know what? Let's throw in Servant suggested by Guest for good measure. This'll be a fun combo.
I tried to make this work for other characters, but this really worked best with the royal family.
"Good morning your Highness!"
Emmeryn really should be used to this by now, but somehow she's constantly surprised by seeing the man smiling down on her in the morning. He has the same permanent smile on his face that he always has, framed by his long smoke-grey that drops all the way to his knees in organized dreadlocks and highlighted by his similarly permanently happy grey eyes.
"Good morning Robin…" The Exalt murmurs tiredly. "I trust getting in wasn't too difficult?"
"No more so than usual."
Robin has proven time and time again that he can get into anywhere if he wants to. Emmeryn has learned that from having him intrude on her private quarters dozens of times before he was given a key. He has the key now, but he's made a game (more like a personal challenge to himself) of sneaking into her room unnoticed in the morning.
This is all a sugarcoated way of talking about Robin's personality quirks. A couple tests from Miriel a few years in the past revealed that Robin scores extremely highly on certain sections of psychopathy tests. Those sections are boldness and disinhibition. Things that would embarrass a normal person don't really bother him. That's why he feels no real shame in randomly intruding on people's private spaces and unabashedly following and eavesdropping on them.
Thankfully, his cruelty scores were perfectly normal, so while he may be uncomfortably bold he's no more malicious than anyone else. He also fixates more on the 'spirit' of a job than the actual letter of the contract, hence his disobedience of certain orders (like not stalking, eavesdropping, or breaking into people's rooms) as he's "supposed" to be at the royal family's service at all times.
Even Frederick tends to be mildly disturbed by Robin's fanaticism. Emmeryn, for her part, just thanks Naga that Robin is friendly and loyal beyond his quirks.
Speaking of quirks…
"What did you do over the night this time?" Emmeryn asks as she rises out of her bed. She's not surprised to see her outfit already laid out and ready for her.
"I organized your unread reports, brought you some some new ink and new quills, cleaned your suite, polished your staff, and just a few minutes ago prepared your bath." Robin says cheerfully. "Oh, and I spent a bit of time reading. I borrowed a candle."
Robin doesn't need to sleep, so he inevitably spends his nights doing random tasks. Why he doesn't need to sleep is beyond all of them. As a consequence the palace guards have gotten used to seeing Robin randomly walking around the corridors at night (or climbing on the walls, or a tree, or walking on the roof, or climbing into a window, or really just doing anything anywhere). During training new palace guards are actually explicitly told about Robin so there aren't any false alarms.
How (and why) on Earth her parents obtained a person like Robin to be the royal family's personal servant servant is beyond Emmeryn.
"I see." Emmeryn murmurs as moves into the next room of her suite. "I will take that bath then. If you please, would you check my schedule while I bathe?"
"As you wish your Highness."
As much as Emmeryn would love to take a long time in the bath, she simply doesn't have that much free time as Exalt. She is done in ten minutes, and when she exits she immediately starts putting on her dress. Robin has clearly finished what she asked him to do, and patiently watches her put on the simple-looking but complex robes.
"Can you get the headpiece please?" She asks. If there's one thing that's true about a high-ranking women's formal garb, it's that it can rarely be put on just by the person wearing it. Being the Exalt means she's in such wear all the time. Thankfully the dress itself isn't too difficult, but the headpiece is a hassle.
"Of course." Robin helps her settle the clumsy headpiece onto the back of her head. "Do be careful your Grace. This thing will do horrors on your back and neck. You may sit upright, but having a weight like this attached to you eight hours a day does you no favors."
"Thank you for your concern Robin." Emmeryn chuckles. "What is first on my schedule?"
"A meeting with Philia about some changes to the Pegasus Corps over breakfast." Robin informs her. "You have thirty minutes to be there."
"Right." She murmurs. "My siblings-"
"-are going to the Shepherd's barracks after breakfast. If you wish to speak with them at all today, you must do so now." Robin says, knowing exactly what she's going to ask.
"Then we must be off quickly." Emmeryn grabs her staff, checks her appearance once more, and takes off at a brisk walk down the hallway. Robin trails behind a few paces, smiling serenely.
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"Robin…"
"Yes my Prince?"
"What are you doing?"
"Watching you of course." Robin chirps. "I must always be ready to serve!"
"I have Frederick for that." Chrom says.
"Frederick is training." Robin counters.
"Robin, I don't need anything at the moment." The Prince clarifies.
"I know."
Chrom sighs under his breath. He knows this a futile argument. They've had it dozens of times before. Even if Chrom did manage to convince Robin to leave the room, he'd just go and listen by the window or outside the door instead.
"Why aren't you with Emmeryn?"
"She told me I couldn't come into the meetings." Robin says. Neither his tone nor smile change, so it's only the slight tightening of his fist that betrays his annoyance at this fact. Chrom isn't surprised he wasn't let in, but honestly the man is probably smarter than most people in that room. Robin is incredibly intelligent despite his upbringing as a servant. Chrom suspects it's all the reading he does overnight.
Chrom also finds it creepy that Robin can be very angry but look totally unphased. He's seen people keep a straight face when angry, but the smile just makes it unnerving.
"You just spelt 'understand' wrong." Robin says cheerily.
The Prince sighs and crosses the word out.
"What are you writing anyways?"
"A request for more funds for the Shepherds." Chrom grunts. "We're supposed to be elite soldiers but we certainly aren't outfitted like them. Sully and Stahl use bronze weapons for Naga's sake…"
"Ahh…" Robin nods. "Is that your argument?"
"Of course."
"It's not going to work."
"What!?"
"Is this going to be presented to Emmeryn, or a council?"
"A council."
"They're not going to care about the Shepherds." Robin informs him bluntly. "Maybe the Themisian representative will because of Maribelle, but aside from that they're just going to brush you off. They're going to think you're whining that your armor isn't shiny enough."
"So what do I do?"
"Don't argue about you not 'looking the part', argue that you don't have enough funds to be properly effective." Robin suggests. "The fact that you don't look the part can be a side-note, and really that's not your primary concern anyways, is it?"
Chrom thinks for a moment. "No, I suppose it's not." He admits. "Thank you Robin. That's a good point."
"You're welcome my Prince."
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Robin was going to get more candles. That's all he was doing. He was going to the storehouse to grab some. He didn't expect to see a hooded figure coming over the wall, and sneaking past the guards.
"I could alert the guards." Robin thinks as he watches and silently follows the figure. Robin's own dark cloak blends in well with the night so the figure doesn't notice him despite constantly glancing behind himself. "But if I alert the guards, this person will start running, and if they start running they might escape or cause harm to someone. Best to try and get close and deal with them myself."
The servant reaches into his cloak to grab one of his weapons: a dagger, one of a four set, all identical, and each is inlaid with a small clear crystal about the size of a grape in the hilt. He doesn't draw it yet. He doesn't want the steel of the blade to reflect any light and give him away.
He stalks the intruder through the gardens. He's careful to time his steps with the figure's so he can't be heard, and the leather of his boots is much less noticeable on the cobblestone pathways than the guards' metal ones. Robin debates throwing his dagger at this point. There's no one around to get in the way, and he has a mostly clean shot… but if he can't get the figure to talk, then Robin has essentially found out nothing.
No, better to let the intruder keep walking. Let them get where they want to go so Robin knows something about why they're here, then dagger them.
So Robin does just that. He keeps his distance, stalks, and observes the figure. The figure makes his way through the gardens and eventually finds the servant's entrance around the back of the palace. The figure fiddles with the lock for a few minutes and successfully picks it. The lock detaches with a quiet clicking noise, and the intruder slips inside. Robin waits a few seconds so the man doesn't hear him enter before he steps inside himself.
Calmly, Robin trails the figure though the castle. He watches in faint amusement as the intruder dodges guards, peers around corners, and shoots constant glances behind himself. Robin himself is evading detection by hiding in flickering shadows (and he knows where all of those shadows are. Sometimes he practices evading guards just for fun, and that's where he learned all that). Again, his dark cloak is massively useful here.
Robin follows the figure up a flight of stairs to the second level of the castle. The servant has a vague idea of where the intruder is headed, all the royal family's rooms are on this level. This person is probably an assassin.
"Well, that hallway has guards posted at either end at all times during the night." Robin thinks to himself. "There's no way they can get in unnoticed that way… unless they go through a window."
Sure enough, when the assassin notices the guard in front of the hallway they immediately make for a window and start pulling out some climbing equipment. Robin decides he's seen enough at this point. He presses his thumb down on the clear crystal embedded in the dagger he's holding, and the crystal turns from clear to blue signifying it has receiving and processed his magic.
With a quick, silent throw the dagger zips through the air and hits the man in the back of the skull. It sinks up to the hilt and stays there, no blood comes out of the wound, and the intruder goes completely still.
"Muscle freezing. Useful for detaining people." Robin whispers conversationally as he walks up to the intruder. He taps the hilt of the dagger. "The blade turns incorporeal, so there's no injury done to you. That said you're not going to be able to move until I pull the dagger out."
That's not strictly true, they can still move their eyes, but it's close enough.
"Your magic resist must really suck." Robin continues cheerily as he pulls back the figure's hood to reveal a young man with black hair and detailed grimleal tattoos all over his bald head. "Usually there's some resistance, but the dagger just slid right into you no problem. Not even a spark of magic to stop it..."
The man's nostrils flare a bit as his breathing picks up. He's either angry or fearful, maybe both.
"Well, now, let's go somewhere more private. We're in the middle of a hallway right now, and you never know when someone might walk by." The servant chirps. He casually packs up the man's climbing gear, throws him over his shoulder, and saunters away. As soon as he passes by a guard (no longer hiding his presence) he says "hey, there was an intruder. Check for more."
The guard stares bug-eyed at Robin for a moment, but snaps out of it a moment later and starts shouting to the other guards.
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"Robin…"
"Yes your Grace?"
"Please tell my you haven't been torturing the man."
"Of course not." Robin hums, still smiling. "Though I may have scared the shit out of him a few times."
The would-be assassin in sitting in a cell with his hands chained behind his back and his legs weighed down with a metal ball. He no longer has the dagger in the back of his head but is completely still all the same.
"His name is Gordan." Robin explains. "Grimleal assassin, top class."
"Who sent him?"
"No idea." The servant shrugs. "I couldn't get him to say too much. I'm no interrogation expert."
"And you say you saw him go over the wall and followed him into the castle?" Chrom asks.
"Yep." Robin nods. "I'm positive he was heading for one of your rooms. He was preparing to climb outside on the windows when I daggered him."
"You didn't stop him before?" Frederick asks sharply.
"Then we'd have no idea what he was aiming for." Robin explains calmly. "I was in control. I never let him get out of my range."
Frederick clearly doesn't approve. "That is unacceptable. You should have raised the alarm and detained him as soon as possible."
Robin shrugs. "Maybe. But this was more useful."
"So Emm, what do we do with him?" Chrom asks quietly.
"We…" Emmeryn pauses. She clearly doesn't like this sort of decision. "Keep him here. Keep asking him questions. Let us see if Plegia will ask about him, perhaps he can be a bargaining chip."
Robin thinks that's very pragmatic of her. Just executing the man was obviously not something she would do, but allowing him free is also out of the question. Using him as a resource makes perfect sense.
Chrom doesn't agree though. "So, if Plegia asks, we're going to let him go?"
"Possibly, but only for something in return." Emmeryn admits. "I don't like it either Chrom, but I won't needlessly kill someone."
The prince purses his lips. "If you say so."
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"I suppose I will join you today my Prince." Robin says with a smile as he pulls a pair of daggers out of his cloak.
"You're leaving Emmeryn?"
"She's protected by dozens of guards. You and Lissa are to be on the front lines should things go wrong. I am of most use here, with you." He chirps.
"Well… that's good." Chrom says uncertainty. He's never actually seen Robin fight, so he's somewhat worried, but he managed to take on that assassin without issue so he should be fine, right? "Virion?"
"I presume you have some combat experience?"
"Of course." Robin smiles.
"Then take up a position behind Vaike. Try to keep him from killing himself." Virion orders.
"As you wish my Duke." The servant says with a bow, surprising the man.
"Did you tell him?" Robin hears the archer whisper as he walks away.
"No. He probably listened in at some point." Chrom whispers back. "He does that."
The talk with Gangrel, predictably, goes poorly. Emmeryn is quickly rushed away when the Plegian soldiers start streaming down the hillside, and the Shepherds take the rearguard position.
"There's the commander." Chrom mutters as he points at a man with fancy armor riding a wyvern. "Virion, plan."
"We can't move forward yet." Virion warns. "If we do so, those wyverns will swoop around our backs and we'll be surrounded. A most brutal pincer tactic which we cannot easily counter." He points to a few abandoned forts lying around. "We must move slowly and steadily. If those wyverns approach, we must be sure we are prepared to strike them down."
"Right. You heard Virion! Slow and steady, don't get in over your heads!" Chrom barks. "Mages! Take out those Wyverns whenever you can! We need them gone!"
Robin quickly discovers why he was assigned to Vaike. The man is incredibly reckless, and Maribelle is specifically assigned to him just to make sure he doesn't kill himself charging at three soldiers at once.
Robin quickly finds the best way to make sure Vaike doesn't die is actually to let Vaike take a bunch of hits and just focus on killing things.
And Robin is good at killing things. "Hold this." Robin chirps, and throws a paralysis dagger into the man's chest. The servant draws another dagger, slashes the frozen's man's throat twice, and then pulls his first dagger out. The dark mage falls dead to the floor. "Thank you."
He presses the gem on one of the daggers, letting it flare red, and chucks it into a group of soldiers. It impacts a myrmidon on the chest and immediately explodes into a small fireball that sends the Plegian troops scrambling around as they try to put out their flaming hair and clothes.
Robin weaves between the panicking soldiers, slashing throats as he goes, and snags the dagger he threw at the myrmidon from the floor. He's only vaguely aware of Vaike laughing and boasting as the man finishes cutting down his own foes and being healed up by Maribelle.
"Wyverns incoming!" Sully barks in warning. Robin's eyes snap to the sky, and can see the dozen or so fliers charging at them. The Plegian ground troops break out into a charge as well, clearly intending to overwhelm the Shepherds with numbers.
"It's almost laughable…" Robin murmurs to himself. Again, he presses down on the crystals in the middle of his daggers. This time they glow a bright yellow, and the blades visible spark with electricity. The servant wastes no time in launching them at the oncoming forces, and smiles widely at what he knows is to come.
The daggers impact two targets: a dark mage and a generic soldier. The electricity takes over from there and jumps to nearby individuals one after another and electrocutes each person as the lightning courses through their system.
Chain lightning, very useful. A fireball probably would have worked just as well but Robin enjoys a bit of variety.
The Shepherds make short work of the ground forces, but not short enough to take them all out before the wyverns descend upon them. Robin throws one dagger at the fliers, this one with a green crystal that lets loose a burst of air that sends some wyverns into a temporary tumble which makes them easy targets for Virion as they try to recover.
"That one's going to be a pain to find." Robin huffs as he watches his dagger fall somewhere in the grass up the hill. "Oh well…"
He only has one dagger left until these wyverns are dealt with. How troublesome.
Forced into melee, Robin is still quite deadly. The only problem is that he can't use any of his magic. His powers are potent, but he only has four shots unless he can pick the daggers back up. He can duck, weave, and strike like a snake, but he's not at his best here.
So, when he gets slashed in the shoulder by a lucky myrmidon, he doesn't push his luck and retreats to the back of the group until this specific combat is over. After all the wyverns are dealt with he scoops up two of his daggers from the ground, and when they eventually overtake the spot he saw his other dagger fall he lags behind for a minute to locate it.
"That was close… perhaps next time I should be more cautious about throwing you out at random." Robin murmurs as he pockets the weapon.
Orton falls without much issue. Without his fellow wyvern riders around him, he's a giant target that Virion, Miriel, and Ricken can shoot down with ease.
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"I assure you, it's only a scratch your Grace." Robin hums.
"It was foolish of you to join the battle." Emmeryn scolds. "You know you are not suited for open combat."
"Ah, but it is my duty to protect the royal family." Robin says. His smile is unflinching through Emmeryn healing his wound despite the pain he must be in. "That is what I live for my lady."
"I wish it was not." The Exalt admits. "Robin, you must have a life outside of us. You are valuable as well."
Robin's smile widens further to the point that Emmeryn worries his face is going to break. "Aha, if only that were true your Highness. I was reforged to serve, and serve I must. I have no other purpose."
"Forged?" Emmeryn asks in alarm. "Come again?"
"Come now your Grace, I am a Plegain servant of the Ylissian royal family, but I have special magic weapons, am a skilled bodyguard and assassin, and don't need to sleep. I thought it very obvious that I'm not human." He chuckles. "You are familiar with your father's experiments, yes? Those poor, insane, tortured individuals in the secret prison level that you've been trying to fix? I thought it fairly obvious I was one of the successes… the only success."
Emmeryn swallows thickly. "Why did you never tell us?"
"Again, I thought it was obvious." Robin shrugs. "But you must understand your Grace, I cannot have a purpose higher than serving the royal family. The enchantments your father implanted in me do not allow for it. This is my life."
"You had a life before this, yes?"
"Supposedly. I was far too young to remember." The man says. His constant smile is now more unnerving than ever. "Come now your Grace, why so serious? There's nothing to be done about it. Just smile and forget, it makes things a lot easier!"
A chill runs down the Exalt's spine. "I do not think I can Robin."
"As you wish my lady." Robin hums. "I do hate to see you frown though."
The Exalt can't help but wonder how much of that empathy is genuine, and how much is just the spells on him forcing certain emotions.
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"Good morning your Highness!"
"Good morning Robin…" Emmeryn yawns. "How was the night?"
"It was fine." The man says. "I read another one of your books."
"Ah, which one?"
"Death of the Author. It was very philosophic." Robin hums. "It went a bit over my head to be honest."
"Ah, Barthes is speaking about the nature of critique." Emmeryn explains. "His views are a useful tool."
"I see…"
"What is on my schedule today?"
"Surprisingly, you are free for the morning." Robin chirps. "What do you wish to do your Highness?"
"Are my siblings similarly unoccu-" She stops mid-sentence. "Ah, right. They are on a mission."
Robin patiently waits for her to gather her thoughts.
"Robin?"
"Yes my Lady?"
"Would you care to join me for breakfast? I am thinking a restaurant would do for today. It has been so long since I have been to Sophia's."
"I would be honored your Grace." Robin says with a bow.
This was a weird chapter and I didn't integrate everything very well, but I like the concept. To be honest I had no idea what I was going to do with stalker nor servant, so I just mashed them together here as an experiment. Sleepless was thrown in just for creepy factor. I've had several ideas for sleepless (some of which I might throw in Varied Awakenings at some point), but none were particularly special so I don't feel too bad about using it here.
Also, totally ended this at a weird spot, but I had no idea where I was going. So, uh… yeah.
omegazeroinfi: That was the idea! There were a few things here and there that I think could have done better, but overall I'm happy with how it turned out and what was left to the imagination. I would have liked a bit more buildup to summoning Robin, but the chapter was already stupidly long.
UmiNight Angel Neko: I actually never gave thought to what happened in the future. It would make sense if Robin was the reasons the second generation could hold out so long against Grima I suppose.
bwburke94: Yep… it took a long time to make, but it was totally worth it.
bauers374: Noted.
Artyom-Dreizehn: If I made full stories I couldn't make all these one-shots. Don't get me wrong, I would love to make some full stories, but I only have so much time in my life and a there are a lot of ideas to get to.
Darkness is complete: Sure.
Yeet: Nope. Emmet's been around for a while too.
Seventeen kids and their guardian actually. The guardian is the person who died after closing the portal. I'm counting both Morgans, so three OCs that everyone has yet to be introduced to in any chapter.
Hammerspace Robin huh. Got it.
XenoEmblem4TW: I was considering backlash, but Robin is a good guy. Also yes, Reflet is male Robin and the hierophant.
WolfBlade1996: Glad you liked it! I got to exercise some (metaphorical) muscles I don't usually don't get to because of the length Anna Robin is an interesting one… I'll see about it.
Guest: I mean, I might apply some quirks to him in Varied Awakenings, but on his own, no. I don't have that sort of time.
TreeOfAnonymity: I can see what you mean. Though Robin is a bit less morally grey than Pink Diamond.
Mr. Martin: More epilogues won't be coming for a while unfortunately.
I inspired a story? Joy! I always hoped to do something of the sort. What's it about? Is it a Fire Emblem Story? Original?
Sprocket2: Yeah… but I was sorta at the end of my rope for that story. I actually have no idea what I'd do if I went on any further.
Lena: Right… I'll put that down, but that's going under Varied Awakenings suggestions.
Lobotimite: Puppet Robin… oooh, I like…
Broken Robin I like a lot too
Hmm… don't know the name for that. I'll just call it "Hallucination Robin"
Mother Nature? No idea what I'll do with that, but sure.
Also yeah, Split Personality is has already been done.
Cyberchao X: I did consider no romance for a while, but nah… romance (even if I don't write it directly in the chapter) is too fun.
TegamiBachi25: I don't take pairing suggestions (for this collection anyways), sorry.
All your ideas are fine. Some more likely than others (stripper may be… difficult…) but they're all fine.