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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, 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, Seamstress, Shephard, Speedy, Cool, Shy, Bookworm, Mercenary, Sweet, Kung Fu, Buff, Lazy, Wingless Flight.
Standard: Elemental, Deaf, Foreign, Future sight, Nurse/Medic, Valmese Tactician, Medusa, Amazon, Genderfluid, Gift from Validar + evil to good, Mimic, Emotionless, Crippling Overspecialization (Idiot Savant), Coward, ESP, POW, PTSD, Magician, Mute, Handicapped, Secret Helper, Crazy, Morpher, Dreamwalker, Twins, Regenerating, Animal Whisperer, Naga/Tiki Assistant, Deadly Touch, Mind Reader, Doppelganger, Arachne, D&D magic, Umbramancer, Horror Monster, Dominatrix, Songstress, Kinky, Matchmaker, Androphobic, Illusionist, Attraction Aura, Ring Maker, Therapist, Teleporting, Crippled, Puppet, Broken, Hallucination, Depressed, Bodyguard, Slave, Love Curse, Detective, Geokinetic.
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, Painting, Grima Parts, Knightmare, Super, Swimsuit, Bunny Outfit, One Punch, Idol, Chef, Rampage, Housewife, Determination, Vessel of Naga, Instant Expert, Time Travel.
Other: Self-insert, Second Generation replacement, Dimensional Walker, Cycle, Fates.
Hmm… this chapter was intended to be Broken Robin… but I found that concept surprisingly hard to work with. I had a concept prepared and everything, but the story just felt off. Maybe some other time.
For this chapter then… hmm… Motherly Robin, suggested by… someone who I forgot to write down. So, uh, here you go whoever you are. Also Middle-aged Robin, suggested by ThirtyK94.
"Robin, please don't suffocate my sister." Chrom chuckles.
"I'm fine Robin, really." Lissa laughs hoarsely.
"Oh, dear…" Robin murmurs sympathetically as she massages the girl's back, all while still holding the princess against her in a tight hug. "Are you sure?"
"I'm sure." The girl mumbles. She laughs again, still hoarse, when the older woman wipes away the tear tracks on the side of her face. "Thanks Robin."
Robin releases the smaller girl from her gasp. Chrom's joke about the tactician suffocating Lissa was due to their relative size as Robin is a tall and somewhat large woman, so any hug by someone smaller than her usually ends up with that person's face buried in her rather substantial bust.
One can make all the jokes they want about that, but it's true. Robin is six-foot-five, so she stands well above most other Shepherds, and she is a… decently large woman too. She's… uh...
Chrom is struggling to find a proper way to describe her figure without being tactless, and tact has never been his strong suit. He'll just be blunt and say she's tall, got quite large breasts, wide hips, is slightly pudgy overall, but has a deceptive amount of muscle hidden by that soft layer of fat. She also has long brown hair that goes down to her waist and deep chocolate eyes.
Miriel guesses, since Robin only has a memory going a few months back, that the lady is somewhere in her early forties.
"Now remember, you can come to me any time…" The tactician murmurs. She strokes Lissa's hair soothingly. "Alright dear?"
"I know. Thanks Robin." The princess smiles. "I should go find Maribelle, she's probably worried about me."
"Of course."
Lissa walks off back to camp. Chrom waits until she's out of sight before he speaks again. "Is she really fine?"
"She should be." Robin hums.
"You won't tell me what happened, will you?"
"Privacy is sacred." The tactician murmurs.
"Fair enough." Chrom sighs. "If there's anything I can do for her-"
"I'll tell you." Robin reassures. "I wouldn't worry though."
"If you say so."
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"Uh, thank ya kindly Miss Robin." Donnel says gratefully. "I was in a doozy of a fight there."
"Your welcome dear." The tactician murmurs. She pulls out her staff for a moment and heals the boy's injuries before putting it away and re-drawing her positively massive axe. It's a strange-looking weapon though, with the handle being attached to the back of the axe head. Most people call it the 'imposing axe'. "Now follow me, we're going around the back. We can't let them escape."
"R-Right!"
The two of them sneak around the back of the village with Robin in the lead. The other squad of the Shepherds, lead by Chrom, are pushing the bandits out of the village. Robin wants to kill all of them so they won't live to raid another village.
"Now dear, I know you're new to this." Robin whispers quietly. "So just stay behind me, alright? Attack where you can, but don't feel bad about letting me do the work."
"Th-Thank ye kindly Miss Robin." Donnel stammers. "B-But I gotta get used to this at some point! I'm fightin' by yer side!"
"Alright then. Be cautious." The tactician murmurs. "They'll be on us in a moment."
The villager boy takes a deep breath and raises his lance. He's not ready for this, but he has to do it.
The first two bandits rush out of the forest while shouting back at the others to run. They don't even see Robin hiding behind a tree before her axe slashes their throats and heads open. The huge weapon is imprecise, but the sheer force behind it makes a hit anywhere almost certain to be lethal.
"Two down." Robin hums. She wipes the blood off her axe using one of the bandit's clothes.
The other bandits aren't quite as oblivious. They notice Robin when she beheads one of their friends in another surprise attack. "What the hell?! Fuck you old lady!"
Robin suspects they'd say more, but they're both running and getting killed by her, so they don't have much breath to spare. Donnel also joins in the fight and sticks a few of them in the legs and trips them, which makes the poor bandits easy picking for Robin. She executes those who fall to the ground with ease.
"Well now, that was quite the workout." She hums when she sees Chrom and the others emerge from the village. All the bandits must be dead. She turns to Donnel. "Wouldn't you agree dear?"
"Y-Yeah, sure." Donnel says weakly. He's trying to hide how he's shaking a bit. "It's… uh… great."
"Oh…" Robin murmurs. She reaches out and pats the boy on the head. "It'll be alright. You'll get used to it."
"I-If you say so Miss Robin."
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"Oho! So you is tactician Gregor has heard so much about." The mercenary says cheerfully. "Greetings, hello! Is Gregor! Am man who come with little dragon. Made just as much of impression, yes?"
"Well… I wouldn't quite say that." Robin smiles. She holds out a hand, which Gregor shakes enthusiastically. "But it is nice to meet you Gregor. My name is Robin."
"Is nice meeting you! Gregor was told you wanted be seeing him, yes? Do not suppose is for sharing of vodka yet… though Gregor would not complain if is the case! Share drink with lovely lady is sounding like good afternoon to Gregor!"
"My, I don't think I've been flirted with in a long time." Robin chuckles. "However, I'm afraid I asked to speak with you for a much more pragmatic reason. I must take stock of all the basic information of anyone who joins the Shepherds. Age, birth date, citizenship, residence, place of birth, and so on."
"Ah, Gregor is understanding. Will find no dishonesty with Gregor! Gregor has innocent baby face, see?"
"Yes, yes." Robin says with a roll of her eyes. "Let's begin, shall we?"
Taking basic information doesn't take long. Robin also goes over all the boring contractual stuff involved with being a part of the Shepherds, as well as explaining the chore rotations and how all the basics of military life work.
"Well alright, I think that's about it." The tactician hums and packs up her notes. "Thank you Gregor. Have you already been provided with a tent and the basic equipment?"
"Yes! Gregor has."
"We're done then." Robin smiles. "Dinner is in an hour Gregor, make sure to be at the mess tent by then."
"Gregor understand. So… is lovely tactician busy for hour?"
"No, I'm not." Robin says with an arched eyebrow.
Gregor pulls out a bottle with a cheeky grin. "Well, Gregor was not joking about vodka. Is willing to share!"
Robin blinks, laughs, and takes her seat again. "Well it's been awhile since I've a drink. A glass or two would be rather welcome. My thanks Gregor."
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"Squishy squishy…" Nowi giggles as she hugs the tactician. "You're so squishy Robin!"
"I'll take that as a compliment." Robin chuckles. "Hello Nowi. Is there something you wanted?"
"A hug!" The manakete chirps. "People keep talking about how nice your hugs feel, so I had to get one too! It's just as nice as they said!"
"I wasn't aware my hugs were held in such high regard." The lady smiles. She threads her fingers through the girl's hair affectionately. "Lissa I presume? Donnel, Ricken?"
"All the above!" Nowi laughs. She nuzzles her face into the taller lady's bust, and Robin just chuckles. "Ooh, and I can see why… soft…"
"Thank you dear." Robin hums. "I have to prepare the morning briefing though."
"Aww…" Nowi pouts, and steps back from her. "Can I get another hug later?"
"Of course." The older lady chuckles. Robin really doesn't mind, she's more than happy to give and receive free hugs. The only reason why she doesn't give more already is because most of the Shepherds seem like they'd be a bit too old to accept such a thing.
Robin couldn't tell you why she's so fond of hugs. Maybe it has something to do with her forgotten past? Or maybe she's just a naturally affectionate person.
Either way, she won't argue with more hugs.
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"Now now, no complaints." Robin scolds as she scoops the prince out of his chair. The boy blinks slowly in surprise. It takes a moment for him to start struggling against her which gives away his mental exhaustion. "Do stop struggling Chrom, you're not fit to keep working."
"Fine, fine, but I don't need to be carried!" He huffs. "Let me down Robin. I'm not a child."
"Ah, right." It's not that she forgot, it just felt natural to scoop him up. Robin puts the prince back on the ground. "I expect you to go right to bed though."
"Yes Mother." Chrom grumbles. The lady puts her hands on her hips disapprovingly at his tone, and the prince cringes for a moment. "Sorry, I know you mean well. That was uncalled for."
"Sleep. Now."
"Okay, okay…"
Robin watches the prince leave for a moment to make sure he's actually going back to his tent, and only then does she move back to her own. The lady strips off her coat and carefully lays it next to her weapon before lying down in her own bedroll.
A thought wiggles in her brain as she tries to sleep though. Chrom was being surly when he called her 'mother', but that begs the question. She's certainly old enough to be a parent, and seeing as she doesn't remember her past, there's no saying she doesn't have a child.
The thought that maybe someone they're fighting might end up being her own kid doesn't sit well with her. Her chest clenches painfully at the thought.
There's nothing she can do about it except hope that, if she does have a child, they'll recognize her and alert her before she cuts their head off.
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"Back woman!" Lon'qu growls. He feebly tries to shove the tactician away, but he's too exhausted to muster much strength.
"Oh hush." Robin tuts as she grabs and raises his arm. Lon'que hisses in pain, but goes still. "Don't be stubborn. You've literally worked yourself to exhaustion, and this is a nasty bruise." Robin gives a pointed look at Sully, who coughs and looks away sheepishly. "Now stay still and let me heal you dear."
"I don't need healing." Lon'qu growls.
"Tsk." Robin murmurs. She pulls her staff off her back with her other hand. "I know you're young, but that's no excuse for foolishness. Large bruises are plenty dangerous young man. That much internal bleeding is never good."
Healing doesn't restore energy, so while Lon'qu is no longer injured he's also still exhausted. So Robin does what she usually does and picks the boy up despite his protests.
"Are you giving out hugs again!?" Nowi shouts, and bounds into the training ring. Before Robin can answer the little girl leaps up and wraps her arms around the both of them as best she can.
Lon'qu lets out a noise that sounds like a bird being strangled, and Sully just laughs.
"Let. Me. Go." Lon'qu groans as Nowi happily nuzzles her face into his neck. "Please?"
"Now now…" Robin berates softly. "You're in no position to be making requests. You worked yourself to exhaustion. I'm carrying you, and you will just have to deal with it."
"Fine, but-"
"And Nowi can stay."
"Gah…"
"If you don't like it, don't be so foolish next time." Robin scolds. She readjusts her grip on the boy and starts marching through the camp to where she knows his tent is.
A few people turn and raise their eyebrows, but most just shake their heads and laugh before returning to whatever they were doing.
Robin finds Lon'qu's tent and places him on his bedroll. She also plucks Nowi off the man. "Now, I expect you to rest until dinner, understood? I'll come get you when it's time, but I expect to see you resting when that happens."
"Fine…" Lon'qu mutters in resignation. He does need rest after that extremely long training session, and he did perhaps overdo it a bit. His arms, after a few moments of not using them, already feel like lead.
"If I don't find you here, I'll send Nowi after you." The tactician jokes.
"Rawr!" Nowi says with a grin.
"Fine, fine…" The myrmidon grumbles again.
Robin leaves, this time carrying Nowi who is more than happy to steal Lon'qu's spot. Robin is also more than happy to indulge the little manakete.
"Robin…" Nowi hums.
"Yes dear?"
"You really are like everyone's mom here, aren't you?"
"How so?"
"I mean, you look after everyone, you tend to carry us around without thinking about it when we're tired or sick, and you always give and allow hugs." Nowi says. "Like now! If I did this to anyone else, except maybe Gregor, they would get annoyed and tell me to go away."
"I'm fairly sure that last one has to do more with age than me being 'motherly'." Robin chuckles. "But I suppose that's all very true. I do consider it my job to keep you all safe and healthy."
"Like a mom!"
"I suppose so, yes." The lady says with a smile.
"You remind me of my mom anyways." Nowi murmurs. "She wasn't as big as you, but she always let me cuddle and stuff just like you do."
There's a small pause as Robin thinks. Then she says: "you miss her."
"Yeah…" Nowi says in a softer, subdued tone. "You're warm just like she was though."
Robin rubs the girl on the back soothingly. "It's alright dear. I don't mind. Anytime you need."
"Thanks Robin…"
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"Robin…"
"Yes?"
"I thought Nowi was exaggerating when she said you give the best hugs, but now I can confidently say she's right." The man chuckles hoarsely.
Robin knows Chrom is (poorly) attempting to recover from having a bit of an emotional breakdown. Emmeryn nearly died multiple times today, and so the whole royal family is a bit of a wreck.
"Nowi is always enthusiastic for physical affection, so I'm not surprised." Robin hums. "Are you feeling better Chrom?"
"Slightly." The prince says. His voice is still rough, but he can now pull himself upright rather than leaning into the lady. "Sorry."
"Sorry? Chrom…" Robin says in a scolding tone. "Needing the help of others is not something to say sorry for."
"No, no, not that." The boy sighs. "I'm sorry that everyone relies on you. Your job as a tactician is not to help us all deal with our emotional trauma and babysit us, yet you do so anyways."
"That is my choice Chrom." Robin reminds him. She ruffles his hair affectionately. "Now, perhaps you'd rather go see your sisters? I can't imagine they're faring any better than yourself, and having a family discussion might be prudent."
"Right, of course…" The prince says, and takes a deep breath. "Thank you Robin."
"Of course dear. Now get going."
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"Perhaps friend Robin is wishing to drink with Gregor again?" The mercenary asks cheekily as he peeks into the strategy tent. "Gregor is having Feroxi firewhisky. Very strong! Good kick."
"Well, I have been working quite a bit lately…" Robin muses, and puts down her quill. "So yes, I'll take you up on your offer Gregor."
The two move over to Gregor's tent and sit down on a pair of stools. Gregor pulls out a fancy-looking bottle of whisky that must have been quite expensive. The mercenary pops open the bottle and pours each of them a small glass. "Gregor must be lucky, having convinced lovely lady to drink with him again!"
"You flatter me." Robin chuckles. "But I think I'm a bit too old to be considered 'lovely' anymore Gregor."
"Nonsense! Robin is still woman of much beauty and curves!" Gregor laughs. "You are not looking young, yes, but is foolish to think to think only young can be attractive. Look at Gregor, is he not picture of rugged handsomeness?"
"I suppose so."
The mercenary gives and exaggerated gasp of injury. "Oof! Not resounding support Gregor was hoping for!"
Robin hums in amusement. "Oh hush. You're not a supermodel, but you're perfectly handsome. There's no resounding support to give."
"Lovely lady is savage…"
"Gregor, you've seen me be savage. When I'm savage, I usually have my axe out."
"Very true! Gregor not arguing with that."
The two share another glass of whisky. Robin downs it quickly, and purses her lips as it burns her throat. The mercenary wasn't joking, this is a strong drink. "Gregor… I have a question."
"Yes?"
"At what point is a person too old to consider romance?"
"Ah, that is trick question." Gregor chuckles. "Never too old! Just matter of finding other your age… or younger man or woman who do not mind lady with some life experience."
"Life experience? I think that's your polite way of saying I'm no spring beauty anymore, hmm?"
"Gregor not say yes or no… mostly because one be sounding dishonest, the other rude."
Robin shakes her head. "Either way… thank you Gregor. I suppose I needed to hear that."
"Gregor happy to provide!" The mercenary grins. "Perhaps Robin can be rewarding Gregor by providing the drinks next time?"
"You're assuming this will happen again."
"Is Gregor wrong?"
Robin gives him a shrewd look… then laughs. "Fine. I'll buy something suitably strong for next time."
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Robin breathes in the dry, warm air around her. It surprised the other Shepherds that she wanted to go back to Plegia so soon after they took down Gangrel, but Robin wants to see if she can figure out her missing past and, seeing how old she is, figure out if she has any living family or acquaintances.
Plegia is a large place though, so Robin starts at the capital. As the largest city in the country the tactician figures that if she does have relatives, there's a statistical likelihood of some of them being in the capital over any other random place.
"Let me see…" Robin thinks to herself. "I'm a tactician, yes? My coat when I was found in the field indicated that too, so maybe it wouldn't be unreasonable to start at a military academy."
As it turns out, one can just walk up to a military academy. Getting beyond the reception area is another matter, but Robin hopefully doesn't need to do that. She is just hoping someone recon-
"Mom?"
Well, that took a lot less time than she expected. Robin was anticipating this being a multi-week endeavor, possibly months, not the first day. She's not going to complain though. She turns away from the reception counter to see a small brown-haired boy wearing a cloak almost exactly the same as hers. "Ah."
The boy doesn't wait for any further confirmation. He leaps forwards and wraps his arms around Robin's waist. "You've been gone so loooong Mom!"
"Sorry, sorry." Robin says. The boy does not look familiar to her, she didn't get some memory trigger, but it's not unreasonable to assume a child would recognize his own mother. "The situation was complicated. It still is to be honest."
"Why?"
"I am… amnesiac."
"Oh." The boy blinks. "Ooh… okay, that's… uh… ooh…"
"So, pardon me for asking dear, but…" Robin winces, she doesn't figure he's going to react well to this question. "What is your name?"
"I…" Tears prick up in the corner of the boy's eyes, but he holds them back rather well. "Morgan."
"Morgan, hmm?" Robin murmurs. "That's a nice name… Morgan."
"Thanks?"
"Morgan… what is my name?"
This causes him to blink in even more shock. "You... really forgot everything, didn't you?"
"Yes."
"Your name is Malum."
"Malum?" The tactician says. "Malum… hmm… that's not familiar. I was going by Robin."
At this point the two have gathered a bit of a crowd, so Morgan tugs on his mother's sleeve. "Maybe we should go somewhere else?"
"Yes, yes, of course."
Several hours of conversation later, Robin has learned quite a bit about her past self. Firstly, Morgan is an adoption, and she never made mention to him of any former lovers. Apparently her personality was much the same as it is now, which is reassuring, and she was a high-ranking member of the Plegian military who retired to an advisor role after starting to show signs of severe post-traumatic-stress disorder from her time spent on the front lines. Suddenly however, about a year ago, she accepted a crucial mission requested by the king himself and went off to Ylisse… and she didn't return.
That, of course, is the extremely short version.
"That's quite a lot to take in…" Rob- Malum murmurs.
"Yeah. Uh…" Morgan mumbles. "I'm still glad you're back. I was worried."
Right, this boy has been living with no news of his mother for nearly a year, likely thinking she was dead.
"So… you aren't going to leave me again, are you?" Morgan asks hoarsely.
"Of course not dear, I intend to take you with me." She says. "Erm… if you don't mind of course. You have a life here after all."
"Wait, you don't want to live here?" Morgan squeaks.
"I… erm…" How does she explain this? "I told you I have amnesia, yes?"
"Yeah…"
"Well, when I awoke from whatever caused that, I found myself lying in a field in Ylisse, and quickly found myself taken in by the prince himself, and fought with the Shepherds who are like an elite military group-"
"Wait, wait. The Shepherds defeated Gangrel a few months ago." Morgan says quickly. "Did… did you defeat Gangrel?"
"Well, I made the plan that defeated him, yes."
"Oh…" Morgan sits back in his chair. "You live in Ylisse, don't you?"
"Yes. I came here to find out about my past, and hopefully find my family. I'll admit to not having much of a plan beyond that though." Malum murmurs. "Oh dear…"
There's a moment of silence. Both of them fiddle with their drinks, trying to think of something to say.
"Well…" Morgan says slowly, breaking the silence. "I'm not attached to too much here. You were sorta my whole life, you know? I wouldn't mind coming back with you."
"Are you sure? Do you not have friends here?"
"I have one or two, but really I was just trying to get through school and waiting to become an adult so I could go find you." Morgan admits.
"Ah." Well, it seems this boy's horizons might need a bit of broadening… but Malum is still touched by his devotion. "Well, you've found me now; and even if I do not remember you, I am still glad to be considered your mother."
"Y-Yeah?"
"Of course."
"Th-then…" Morgan fidgets in place. "C-Can I ask for something?"
"Of course dear."
"C-Can I have a hug? You always gave the best hugs…"
Malum can't help but let out a quiet laugh upon hearing that. Apparently she had a reputation for this even before her memory was lost. "How can I say no to that?"
Okay, this chapter is a bit of a mess. So many different threads that I just didn't expand upon… but I'm done with this. I've spent way too long trying to write this chapter, and I'm just going to draw the line here.
bauers374: The first time in a speaking role, yes.
I wasn't really thinking of being progressive when I wrote him. It just seemed to fit his personality.
Yes, that chapter is super rape-y. That was intentional. The whole idea was to have him make Maribelle, and the reader, super uncomfortable.
Darkjackal248: :D
Darkness is complete: Geokinetic, got it.
LoveGlutton: Snark is surprisingly difficult to write for me, and jokes even harder. It doesn't come naturally to me for whatever reason.
Glad you found him fun. I was worried he'd be a bit boring compared to the other Robins.
kylC: Mundane and not entertaining are two very different things. One of my favourites is Bow Knight Robin, who doesn't have any fancy power whatsoever (or even really a quirk). I presume you were the one who requested a Fashion Designer? I apparently didn't write it down.
Maxobb: Noted.
Twin Robins: Saving that for something big. Maybe 100. It's on the list though.