The Pain Of The Past

Chapter Two: Somebody name this for me. XD

WHAT IS THIS?!?!?! AN UPDATE?!?!?! IMPOSSIBLE.

XD Sorry guys. I promise I'll update. But in order to do this, I will be moving this story to my account (because this account is shared) so it'll be moved to my personal one, UnicornTalesLol . I will actually be able to update it then.

Robin P.O.V

I smirked as I watched Batman take down the thugs at the bank. - Cliches never end. People were gathered outside of the bank, and there were hostages inside. I found myself watching from the skylight as Batman punched some masked guy in the face. I honestly don't understand why these people even bother knowing Batman will come and beat them senseless, I mean, seriously? Is there a point? You have hostages, nothing Batman hasn't dealt with before. Besides you get scared and mess up anyways. It's actually kind of pathetic. If it was a super villain, then they have more of a chance, but these guys are just failures.

That's when I noticed one of the thugs get up and aim his gun at Batman. He was too busy fighting another one. He had no idea that guy was about to shoot him! He wouldn't even be able to dodge it from the close distance between them. I grit my teeth. Dammit. This is bad. Before I could even think about it anymore, I found myself jumping from my hiding spot to join the fight.

I knocked the gun out of the thug's hand and sent a quick punch to his face, being rewarded with a slight crack. He now has a broken nose. Another punch to the face knocked him out. I turned around to see Batman taking out the last thug.

"What are you doing here?" He asked, not turning around.

"Meh. Needed to clear my head. Your always a good opinion. Plus I was bored. Gotham is kinda boring at night, ya know?"

"That is not a good enough excuse. Where are your parents? Do they know about you doing this?" Batman asked. Just like that, my mood turned bitter. But I wasn't going to let that show too much.

"Who knows?" I shrugged. "Maybe they're watching. Or maybe they just don't care what I do anymore." Because they're dead. I didn't fall with them. Other's died because of me...

"Do you like your parents?"

"Yeah. Love 'em. But I also hate 'em."

Because they're gone. If he hadn't killed them, they'd still be with me and I wouldn't have been forced through all of the pain along with all those other innocent people.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Batman turned to me, his eyes narrower.

A shrug again. "Who knows?"

"I don't have time for games." Batman stated. I could hear the police again. They were about to come in.

"Unfortunately, neither do I." With that, I disappeared into the shadows leaving Batman to be confused as the police came rushing in.

Do my parents even know what I'm doing? Did they even care anymore? What did they think of me?

Were they proud? Or were they disappointed at what I had become?

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The next time I saw Batman was when I was just casually jumping from alley to alley. He was inspecting what once was a murder scene. It had been cleared up, but I suppose he needed to look for extra clues. I scrunched my nose in disgust. Murder... Such a familiar term to me. Just a single word, but yet, something incredibly powerful. To me it contains a lot of emotions. Betrayal. Pain. Loss. Grudge. Horror. The feeling to avenge those who lost their lives. Is that what Batman wanted to do? To avenge the dead? Is that why he became a hero?