โ โ โ โฏ ii . ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐โ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ . โฑ โ โโโโโโโโโ ยฝ of the wild west twins แฅซแญก โ i donโt want you to hurt anymore . โ
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โ โ โ โ i donโt usually land like that ! โ her words are fast , even for a speedster . she seems embarrassed between her pink dusted cheeks and soft laughter .
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โ โ โ impulse sits up , about to get to her feet when she pauses . emerald eyes widen as she spots a short figure in the room , dawning the famous โ R โ upon his chest . her breath hitches .
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A nameless prince wasn't what he wanted to be, he was content with being robin โโ a caped crusader, the boy wonder.
But those thoughts got to you in Gotham, the thought of flying solo as with his predecessors. Whatever the case was, he was sure it going to be a long night ahead.
Maybe it was the urge to fight back against your father that came with teenage angst, but he doubted it โโ he didn't see himself as the type to feel that way, despite the numerous times he had fought his father.
In the league, would he be himself? Or just a nameless Prince.
Robin often spent chunks of his time watching over Gotham โโ thinking about where he could've gone had he joined his mother when she asked him to.
it was one of those nights. Atop a gargoyle awaiting crime when the silence got to him, provoked him โโ and he found himself lost.