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    Robin reflects as he listens and waits, sitting in his room. Very broody - not angsty, exactly, but very analytical.
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    A sigh.

    The scrape of leather against linoleum.

    A creak - chair against floor.

    The murmur of voices, outside the door. Impatient. Concerned. Deadpan. Frightened. Angry, even.

    Not that, the Boy Wonder reflected, he didn't deserve it.

    Oh, yes. The way he'd acted, after everything...Slade.

    Death.

    Torture.

    Hallucintion.

    A zombie. A zombie, for Chist's sakes!

    And Terra.

    Pretty.

    Naive.

    Deadly.

    Amnesiac.

    Former Titan.

    Former villian.

    Then the Brotherhood of Evil faisco.

    Pawns.

    Frozen.

    Betrayed.

    Enraged.

    Helpless and, almost, hopeless.

    -- it all changed with a flash of green and purple --

    Backup.

    Winning.

    Celebration.

    And, after that, Tokyo. (The ink had taken days to wash totally off of everyone, and their things.)

    Kisses.

    Crying.

    Fighting.

    Terror.

    Shame.

    Rage. Pure, dark rage.

    Death.

    Blessed release for one. The fufillment of a role for another.

    The Prince of Gotham couldn't help but think; Would Bruce and Alfred - or Batman, at that - be proud of he and his team, for accomplishing so much --

    Or ashamed of the ways they failed?