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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, Phobia, Thicc, Tsundere, Damsel in Distress, Gangrel's Child, Communist, Bomber, Bear Cavalry, Flying, ADHD, Super Strength, Patriotic, Scottish, Sassy, One Liner, Seamstress, Shephard, Speedy, Cool, Shy, Bookworm, Sweet, Kung Fu, Buff, Lazy, Wingless Flight, Blunt, Elf, Dwarf, Scottish, Melancholic, Punny, Dark Mage.

Standard: Elemental, Deaf, Nurse/Medic, Valmese Tactician, Medusa, Gift from Validar + Evil to Good, Mimic, Emotionless, Crippling Overspecialization (Idiot Savant), Coward, ESP, POW, PTSD, Magician, Mute, Handicapped, Secret Helper, Morpher, Dreamwalker, Twins, Regenerating, Animal Whisperer, Naga/Tiki Assistant, Deadly Touch, Mind Reader, Doppelganger, Arachne, D&D magic, Umbramancer, Dominatrix, Songstress, Kinky, Matchmaker, Androphobic, Illusionist, Attraction Aura, Ring Maker, Teleporting, Crippled, Depressed, Slave, Love Curse, Detective, Geokinetic, Trauma, Siren, Changeling, Shapeshifter.

Unlikely: Chrom's child, Minotaur, Paladin, Werewolf, 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, Deadlord, Rebellion, Einherjar, Trap, Yandere, Living Weapon, Size Shifter, Queen of Plegia, Gluttonous, Stretchy, Alchemist, Protoss, Spirit Manipulation, Invisible, Plegian Honor Guard, Mecha, Kryptonian, Creator, Orc, Memory Stealing Respawn, Racer, Khan, Misfortune, Vampire Hunter, 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, Serial Killer, 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, Violent, Waterbender, Casanova, Cupid, Undertaker, Master Thief, Guard, Faceless, Shadow, Age Control, Cradle Snatcher, Emo, 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, Hermit, Alternate Dimension 'Twin', Legendary, Resistance, Memory Regain, Umbra Witch, Naga, Aquatic, Hexblade Warlock, Dragon, Demon of Choice, Demon of Temptation, Affliction, Good Samaritan, Gallant, Rosannite Tactician, Leeroy, Dungeon, Apparition, Unwilling, Wildlife Commander, Consistent Kidnapee, Grenadier, Magic Creature, Alternating Mind Control, Sothis in the Mind, Exalt, Unicorn, Pegasus, Alicorn, Star Lord, Slenderman, Bird Laguz, Junk Dealer, Gate Guardian, Shaman, Ghostbuster, Exorcist, King, Soldier, Bird Wings, Failed Vessel, Of the Corn, Valentian, Harem, Car, Incubus, National Personification, Gravity Magic, Kraken, Zora, Kirby, Moon, Quadruplets, Unnoticed, Inventor, Bastilio's Kid, Treasure Hunter, Future, Mind-Swapping, Criminal, Hunter/Tracker, Biker, Gigantic Sword, Miracle, Medium, Warlord, Greater Good, Acrobat, Mother of Chrom, Soul Stealer, Mid War Memory Loss.

POW Robin, as suggested by Vanderspiegel and Hoenn Master 96.

"So, are you the bad guard or good guard? That is how this routine goes, right?" The Plegian man asks. "The other one was… bad guard? Was she supposed to be the bad guard? She seems a bit too naturally nice to play bad guard. You really should get someone else to do it."

Phila rubs her forehead. Vila wasn't lying, he is chatty. That might be useful… if they can actually get him to say something useful rather than the inane running commentary he's been spouting so far.

"Judging by your expression you weren't going for that routine, huh? Maybe you're the interrogator then? Though I don't see a branding iron or anything. Hmm… maybe it's more a psychological thing then? Isolation and whatnot?" The man muses aloud. "Maybe you're just keeping things out of sight? The sort of 'fear of the unknown' sort of deal?"

"I'm not an interrogator, and Ylisse does not torture."

"Ha!" The man suddenly barks. A wide, probably fake, grin crosses his face. "Good one!"

"I'm serious."

"Yep." The man agrees. "I have no doubt of that."

Phila purses her lips. She has to keep control of the situation. She can't let a prisoner get away with mocking her. "I have questions."

"So you are an interrogator."

"Fine, yes, I am temporarily an interrogator." The only reason Phila is dealing with this man is because he was captured by the pegasus corps because he attacked one of their patrols. He attacked all his own too, which is equally bizarre. He barely injured a single pegasus rider.

What makes the situation even stranger is that this man is known. He's Robin, an infamous Plegian tactician. By no means should a man as capable as him have tried such a blatantly reckless attack with absolutely no backup. It just doesn't make sense. By all accounts he just allowed himself to be captured. He put up token resistance, but considering his well-known competence this whole situation reeks of being a setup.

"Cool, an interrogation! I've always wanted to see one of these, but Tharja and Henry never let me watch." Robin chirps. "So, how does this go?"

"Didn't you say you know Ylisse does interrogations? How do you know that if you don't even know how an interrogation goes?"

"I looked at old reports from the last Ylisse-Plegia war, and captured soldiers talked about interrogations, so that's how I know you guys do interrogations." Robin says matter-of-factly. "Torture specifically"

Well, he's not exactly wrong in that case. "Ylisse no longer does torture."

"Sure. If you say so."

Phila decides to ignore that comment. "Why did you attack that patrol all on your own?"

"Because Henry told me they were fun to play with." Robin says. "But they didn't want to play. Your pegasus knights are no fun."

That's clearly a bullshit answer. No reports involving Robin have ever mentioned him being so naive. "You don't actually expect me to believe that, do you?"

"Nope."

"Then give me an actual answer."

"Nope."

Phila leans in close. A tactic for interrogation is to invade personal space. It's a simple way to make someone very uncomfortable. Robin stares directly at her, apparently unphased.

"Hi!"

Phila instantly feels like this technique isn't going to work, but she tries anyhow. "You know what I think?"

"About… pegasuses? Pegasi? Pega… somethings? Oh, maybe about-"

"I think you intentionally took a losing fight with my knights."

"Really?"

"Yes. I think you set this up."

"Wow!" Robin says. He's smiling like she just told him an amusing story. "Tell me more!"

"Maybe you have a plan to attack us from the inside?" Phlia offers. She's watching for a flicker of recognition or nervousness in the man. At the moment, she doesn't see anything. "Or perhaps you have plans to be freed by other infiltrators to the castle?"

Robin keeps smiling. "You really have an active imagination, huh? Are you an artist?"

Phila tries not to let her irritation show. "You're acting as an informant then? Something to do with specialized magic?"

Still no telling reaction. What Robin does say is: "You know, this is a pretty dubious interrogation technique. I mean, I'm a prisoner of war, so you know I'm guilty of attacking your pegasus knights and in that case it's kinda fine, but if you used this on, say, some person you don't know is guilty of a crime but you think is, you might get a confession despite them being innocent just because you coerced them. Kinda sketchy stuff. Morally corrupt you might say. I hope this is just something for prisoners of war."

"You'd presume to tell us how to run our investigations?"

"Nah, just giving you a warning in case it never crossed your mind." Robin says cheerfully. "Gotta be careful about these sorts of things. It's easy to throw integrity out the window when dealing with supposed criminals. We've gotta keep a sharp eye on ourselves so that doesn't happen."

Phila did not come here to get a lecture about keeping one's morality when dealing with criminals, especially not from a prisoner of war. She steps back. "I see this isn't going to be productive. I'll speak with you some other time."

"Byyyye!" Robin says cheerfully. "Bring snacks next time!"

###

"~Step aside I'll turn the page, breaking through your crazy maze~!" Chrom can hear the man, Robin apparently, singing to himself in his cell. According to the jailor this is very normal. "~Like a beam of light, my eyes on you~!"

Chrom was expecting to see someone a bit more crazy, considering the description he got from Phila. Robin looks very normal though. There's nothing remarkable about him. He has pale skin, as you'd expect from Grimleal and really any dark-magic user (it's a side-effect of dark magic as far as Chrom knows), and has calm brown eyes and brown hair. His skin is surprisingly blemish-free for someone supposedly involved in so much fighting.

"~Watch me rule the night away, watch me save the day. Feel my storm is getting close, headed your way~!" The man continues to sing.

"Erm… excuse me." Chrom coughs.

"Hm? Oh, hey." Robin waves cheerfully. "You're the prince right? Blue hair, one sleeve ripped, mark of the exalt… yep, either the prince or a really good imposter."

"Yes, I'm the Prince."

"Cool! So… what's up? Have you come to dramatically proclaim me dead? Oh, or maybe you're a double-agent or a Plegian sympathizer, or maybe you have come to personally enforce some new harsher interrogation techniques!"

"Uh… no?"

"Oh, cool, you've come to chat then? Did you bring snacks?"

"No snacks."

"Aww…"

"I've come to ask questions."

"You too, huh?" Robin smiles. "Ask away! Questions are fun."

That's not exactly the tone Chrom was expecting… or wants. He shouldn't be surprised though. Anyone who's talked to Robin has mentioned his constant cheerfulness. "I'm afraid my questions won't be so different from what Phila has asked."

"I see. So the general 'what was your motive' stuff?"

"Pretty much."

"Well obviously I can't say… I mean, I guess I could, but it's safer if I don't."

"Safer for who?"

"Me, and the plan as a whole."

"So there is a plan?"

"Yep. I'm a planner. Well, technically I'm a tactician, but that also involves planning." Robin says cheerfully. "Are you a planner? You don't really look like a planner. You look more like a warrior, or maybe an inspirational dude. Maybe both? Yeah, probably both."

Chrom has no idea why Phila thought this would somehow go better for him than anyone else. Chrom doesn't know how to get information out of people. Frederick would have been a better choice in his opinion. This conversation is already out of his control.

"I'm… a warrior I suppose? I lead the Shepherds."

"You herd sheep?"

"No, the Shepherds are my personal elite fighting force."

"Ahh…" Robin nods. "You know, you're really bad at this."

"What?"

"Should you really be telling me something I didn't know?"

Chrom blinks. That's… a good point. "Ah, likely not."

"So maybe choose a different conversation then, yeah?"

"Right." Wait, he's supposed to be giving instructions, not the prisoner. "We're getting off topic."

"I thought we already established you wouldn't get anything out of me that Phila couldn't?"

Wait, right, they did talk about that. "Then there is no point in me being here." Chrom says, frustrated.

"I mean… we could just chat."

"Even I know that probably wouldn't do well for my image." Chrom sighs. "The prince of Ylisse chatting with a Plegian prisoner of war?"

"Ah, yeah, that could be an issue huh?" Robin muses. "Hmm… so if I broke out we could chat then?"

"That would cause an entirely different issue."

"Oh, right, prisoner breakout." Robin muses. "Whatever. I'm sure we can chat when the war is over."

"Assuming we're both alive by the end of it."

"We will be. Probably." Robin shrugs. "You seem like a good fighter."

Chrom sighs and decides to leave. Robin is weird, and nothing is really getting done. The tactician waves at him as he leaves, and while Chrom walks away he can hear Robin start singing again.

"~I've lived in lonely cities, I've crossed deserts on camelback~"

###

"Hey! You're the Exalt right? Nice to meet ya!"

"Hello." Emmeryn bows. "Robin, yes?"

"Yep, that's me! Your name is Emmeryn right?"

"Indeed."

"So, what do I owe the honor of- ooh, are those muffins?"

"Indeed they are. Would you like one?"

"Yes please!"

Emmeryn steps into the cell (accompanied by a guard who sets up a small foldable table and chairs, then moves to stand just behind Robin to monitor him) and sits down before handing the man a muffin. "They are blueberry, in case you are wondering."

"Hey, a muffin is a muffin, and I've never met one I didn't like." Robin says, and nearly eats the thing in one bite. "Hmmm~!"

"Phila and my brother have mentioned your request for snacks, so I decided to oblige considering your politeness and good reputation."

Robin looks a bit surprised. He swallows, then speaks up. "Good reputation? I thought Ylissians wouldn't be fond of me considering how many of you I've killed."

"Well, the general public certainly doesn't like you." Emmeryn admits. "But at least among the military and political upper circle here in Ylisse we are well aware of the respect you show on the battlefield. There have not been many Plegian commanders who respond politely to requests to surrender, especially when refusing. Many times our messengers have been killed. Additionally, we are aware of how well your division treats prisoners, so while it would be a stretch to say you are liked, you are at the very least respected."

"Huh." Well, count Robin as surprised. Apparently being a decent person gets you free muffins in prison. Who knew? "So, what's up? Did you come to chat? No one else wants to chat. Or, well, your brother wanted to chat, but he said he shouldn't."

"That is probably smart of him, though also somewhat uncharacteristic." Emmeryn chuckles. "So, to start I really must ask, what is your opinion on the state of the war?"

"Me or Plegia? Because those are two different things."

"I would like to hear your opinion." Emmeryn clarifies.

"Well…" Robin hums. "It kinda sucks for both sides. I think it's obvious that Ferox getting involved is a huge hassle for Plegia, but it's not like that puts Plegia anywhere close to out of the fight. Besides, this whole war is stupid and arbitrary to begin with."

Emmeryn nods. "I wouldn't quite put it in those terms, but yes, I concur."

"I'm a commander though, so I gotta do my job." Robin shrugs. "Fight pointless battles and all that."

"Indeed." Emmeryn murmurs. "It is unfortunate."

"More unfortunate that I'm not in much of a position to do anything about it." Robin sighs. "Rulers and religious figures control most high-level politics, and I'm neither of those things."

"Very true." Emmeryn nods. "It often seems the world would be better off if the higher-ups stayed out of issues and the people decided, doesn't it?"

"Often." Robin agrees. "Not always though. People are… stupid. Good at letting others know what they want, but stupid."

"Oh?"

"Like… say someone is sick, right? They know their symptoms, and know it more exactly than anything even the most skilled doctor could ever guess. That said, we would still trust the doctor more to determine what the exact problem is and how to treat the issue. That doesn't mean that the patient's symptoms are incorrect. They can't be incorrect, it's what they're feeling, but they might not know the exact reason why they're feeling that or how they should actually treat it." Robin takes a breath, then continues. "That's the thing with politics too. The general populous can let you know how they feel. They can recognize a problem way better than any official or ruler, but trusting them to come up with a solution or accurately diagnose the problem isn't something you should do, because they're not experts."

"So you are saying…?"

"You shouldn't let the people rule exactly, because they're extremely likely to deal with problems incorrectly. Professionals are necessary for that sort of thing. The people do need a voice though, because no one looking in on them is going to know their problems better than they do. The people might not know how to deal with the problems, or the exact source of them, but they will know the symptoms of the problems in more excruciating detail than an outside observer could ever hope to."

That makes a certain amount of sense to Emmern. "However you still see a need for rulers?"

"Of course. A ruler is just another sort of professional. They excel, or are supposed to excel at least, in balancing the large-scale workings of the land and people underneath them. They are supposed to be skilled in handling large-scale issues that the common people can't see and directing resources appropriately to give the people under them the best standard of living while ensuring their safety."

"If only it worked that way." Emmeryn murmurs.

"Are you saying Ylisse doesn't?"

"I try my best to do as you say, but I am not so naive as to think all the other lords act as such."

"Yeah… and I can't say those in charge of Plegia follow that logic either." Robin responds quietly.

The two of them are quiet, and each munch on a muffin in the meantime.

"I wish I could stay longer, but my duty doesn't allow much free time." Emmeryn apologizes. She stands up, and the guard silently folds up the table and the chairs and holds them in one hand. "Perhaps we can speak again some other time."

"I'll be waiting for it then." Robin says cheerfully. "See you later!"

"Good day."

###

"Is it just me, or is Emm spending a weirdly large amount of time in the dungeon?" Lissa asks.

"I've noticed the same thing." Chrom agrees. "It's odd, isn't it?"

"Do you think it has something to do with that tactician the pegasus knights captured?" Lissa asks. Her hands grab the sides of her dress, and her voice is slightly higher pitch despite the fact that she's clearly trying to be calm.

"Probably." Chrom frowns. "I wouldn't worry too much if that's the case, though it is certainly strange."

"Not worry?" Lissa yelps. "How do you expect me to not worry? He's an enemy commander!"

"Yes, but he's… fine." Chrom says slowly. It sounds so odd to say now that he thinks of it. "He's respectable. I don't think Emmeryn is in danger."

"If you say so big bro." Lissa says, clearly unconvinced.

###

"So, remember how you said you thought my capture was a setup?" Robin asks cheerfully.

"Yes…" Phila mutters, giving the man a glare. "Why?"

"Well you were right." The tactician chirps. "I set you up."

Phila immediately reaches for her lance, only for Emmeryn of all people to stop her. "But your Grace-"

"I gave Ylisse an out." Robin finishes, still smiling widely. "You'll see."

This meeting is a curious one. There is relatively little security considering the importance of the individuals here. On one side of the field stands Emmeryn, Phila, and Robin. On the other side is Gangrel, Aversa, and Maribelle. About fifty meters behind each side in the air are their respective guards: elite falcon knights for Ylisse and wyvern lords for Plegia, each ready to swoop in at the first sign of trouble.

It's obviously too dangerous for Emmeryn and Gangrel to get close to each other, so they communicate through messages handed to Phila or Aversa, exchanged between the two, and then given to the other ruler. They use the same piece of parchment, enchanted by a neutral third party (a sage living in the Fey Jungle, the only true unclaimed area between the two countries) to only allow Emmeryn and Gangrel's writing to show up on it.

For meetings between rulers, especially rulers at war, there is no room to allow the chance of meddling.

Frustrating to Phila and Aversa is that Emmeryn and Gangrel are also the only people that can read the contents of the paper. Phila just wants to know what's on the paper, and Aversa wants to be able to comment, but without being able to know what's going on she can't.

Back and forth the messages pass. Neither Emmeryn nor Gangrel speak; not while reading nor while writing. Phila is tense, Aversa obviously hostile. Robin is calm, and Maribelle haughty with her head held high. She stares down her nose at Aversa, her captor, every single time the woman walks back from the center of the field.

Emmeryn is the picture of calm as she reads and writes. Gangrel… is not. He starts out merely annoyed, but his expression grows more irritated and angry as the exchanges continue.

Dozens of times the parchment is passed between the two of them. Thankfully the parchment is long, so long in fact that it could hold the whole of a decent-length novel within it. Emmeryn and Gangrel use up almost three fourths of parchment, and over five hours, before they speak.

Emmeryn smiles serenely. Gangrel sneers, disappointed.

"Phila."

"Aversa."

"Allow Robin to leave."

"Untie the bitch."

"Your Grace-"

"My King-!"

"Peace Phila."

"Shut up Aversa."

"The war is over."

"She forced peace…"

Robin grins when Phila gives him an incredulous look. "See you later! I'm sure we'll chat some time in the future."

"Your Highness, what happened?" Phila hisses.

"Well, as it turns out, Robin is vitally important to the future of Plegia and he is well aware of it." Emmeryn smiles. "And so, by intentionally getting captured, he allowed me to force peace between our nations by using him as leverage."

"So when he said he set us up-"

"He meant he set us up to win." Emmeryn chuckles. "And not just us, everyone. The only people who lose are those who desire war. Gangrel and Aversa perhaps, and a few other warmonger nobles. For the world at large though, this is a victory."

Weird chapter. I really don't have more to say. There's not much obviously strange about this chapter. It was just… weird. Weird to write at least. Dunno why.

LuciferXIII Trollkaiger Green: Uhh… sure? I don't know Magic. Sorry.

B1ackAshes: I mean, most of them suffer from being a one-shot, and most of them are incomplete somewhat intentionally. Most of them are supposed to be open-ended or missing details to encourage a reader to fill in the blanks however they want.

maridus: Hey, you can interpret the word "Puppeteer" however you want. I chose that she animates a single scarecrow and uses it as a surrogate. Besides, I suck at writing combat and like to keep scenarios varied.

bauers374: I did indeed try for a bit of horror here! It was fun. Hard, but fun.

Sorry, I don't get your references. I don't consume a whole lot of media that isn't within my very narrow set of interests.

Shakuras: No, I haven't played with him. Yes, that is primarily what inspired this.

Aiba: I find keeping elements between stories (and dropping references to them even if they aren't used) is a nice way to allow for more flexibility in location and to justify some stranger quirks and elements of the world without it seeming out of place to the reader. The rotbringers, for example, would be sorta out of place if you weren't already used to me introducing DND-esque monsters, the more exotic of which are in turn justified by locations like the Fey Jungle, the Titan Sinkhole, and the Dead Swamp. The Fey Jungle has been especially useful, giving context for Plant Robin and Wild Robin, as well as just serving as a dangerous exotic location when needed.

I was considering a meetup between Robin and Libra too, but in the context of Robin's personality and the fact that she wouldn't allow herself to be tracked I realized such a face-to-face meeting wouldn't happen (at least, not within the scope of the story). Also yes, worldbuilding!

Raj8: Mentor characters do have unique benefits. I'll agree to that. I rarely use them mostly because none really exist in the Shepherds. Maybe Gregor and Emmet, though I intentionally avoid using Emmet for the most part and Gregor just doesn't really fit most of the stories I write.

I guess I can understand that viewpoint, though I don't have it myself. I'm also in my twenties, but mentoring has just been a neutral thing for me. I don't particularly care about it in stories, I don't particularly dislike it either. That probably stems from the fact that I'm ambivalent about character growth. That might sound crazy coming from a writer, but I honestly don't care too much if a character changes. Like… think of Batman, right? Batman is just cool. He doesn't need to change to be cool. He's interesting and fun just as he is. That's how I see a lot of characters, the majority of them in fact. Lon'qu is fun even if he never gets over his fear of women. Gangrel is fun as a pure madman (although I like him as a reformed villain, he's fun without that aspect too). Maybe that's why I don't particularly have an opinion on mentoring, because to me all it's really doing is changing a pair of characters. That can be good or bad, and the process can be interesting or boring. I don't have an innate preference for it like I do for, say, shipping.

Really? I actually have a hard time putting aside personal taste. There's a lot of good stories I just can't get into because a lead character rubs me the wrong way or I can't get into a ship despite it being well-written. I envy you. When it comes to Fire Emblem I'm open to most ships but other fandoms? Nah. Can't get into stories that don't suit my taste.

Firehedgehog: :D

Darkness is complete: Incomplete is fine. These stories are supposed to be sorta incomplete.

Guest: Geralt-style? Huh, I never considered it like that.

Frightingale: :D

Alexei Borodin: Hmm… that's… does that break my "no crossovers" rule? Is it really Robin if he's not even from the Fire Emblem world? I'm going to say no here, partially because I know I wouldn't end up doing it during the chapters I have left, but partially because it's too similar to something I did over in Varied Awakenings and I don't want to recycle ideas. At least with this you can find more on the site. There's plenty of those.

Cyberchao X: Yeah. Bernie, but with a knife… actually I guess Bernie has a bow, so that's a bad analogy. A rabbit with a knife! Yeah, Paranoid Robin is a rabbit with a… no… that analogy still doesn't work… ah forget it.

Noire is one of my favourite characters. She's so difficult to include and just write properly though that I never actually get to use her.