Literature
Out with Robin
You know there is this little thing about life that I occasionally can’t stand, it’s unpredictable and predictable at once. Like, I thought I had planned it out well enough to deal with the Joker. Tim wouldn’t be like me, right? He’s a good kid and probably as scared shitless of Bruce as I was.
Let’s just say, I should’ve seen it coming way before the head manic started to chitchat about fucking little birdies.
“Robin?” I hissed. “What are you doing here?”
“I-” he never got to finish his sentence, seeing as how a bomb went off.
We both ducked for cover, rememberin