i am so drunk but all i can think about is robin. his mother’s name for him, a piece of himself that dick put out into the world only to learn that he can never get it back. is it a good thing? because it helped all the people who came after him- it was a lifeline, a crutch, it gave them magic. but it also led to so much pain. jason died wearing his name, his family colours, never having had the chance to wear the suit dick gifted to him and dick didn’t even know till after jason was dead and buried. steph died trying to prove herself and robin was such an integral part of that desire. it was both a catapult for war games and also a manipulation tactic from bruce to get tim back. and dick had to watch as the colours became muted. he designed damian’s suit himself!!! and it’s so different from what he used to wear. and it helped damian- it gave him a purpose, it was the only solid thing in the avalanche of dick’s grief for bruce. and yet… yet. how can dick ever be completely okay with all the pieces of himself he has lost that he can never get back? the transformation of his parents’ love into a bloodied legacy that dick himself has had to perpetuate. everyone is guilty and everything hurts. but gotham looks at robin with hope. robin is the light in the black hole of batman’s darkness. robin saved him. robin saved bruce and everyone that came after him. is it a cost or a reward? dick can never know