So, I found myself back at the Batcave, surrounded by the familiar faces of my "family." It's always a strange feeling, coming back here. The memories of my time as Robin flood back, but they're mixed with the pain and anger that led me to become the Red Hood.
Seeing Batman again is always a trip. The man who raised me, trained me, and ultimately failed me. But I can't deny the respect I still have for him, despite everything. And then there's Nightwing, the first Robin, who always seems to have a way of getting under my skin. But deep down, I know he's a good guy.
Batgirl, Oracle, Red Robin, even Damian... they're all here. Each one with their own demons, their own reasons for doing what they do. We may not always see eye to eye, but there's a strange sense of camaraderie among us. We're all broken in our own ways, but we find strength in each other.
It's weird to think about how much has changed since I first put on the Robin suit. Back then, I was just a kid looking for a place to belong. Now, I'm a man who's forged his own path, made my own choices, and lived with the consequences. The Red Hood may not be the hero Gotham deserves, but I like to think I'm the one it needs.
As I look around at my "family," I can't help but feel a sense of... belonging. Despite our differences, our arguments, our battles, we're all connected by something deeper. We all understand the darkness that lurks in the shadows, the pain that drives us to do what we do.
I may never fully reconcile with Batman, with the Joker, with my own past. But being here, with these people who have become my family in their own way, I can't help but feel a sense of... peace. Maybe one day, I'll find the closure I've been searching for. But for now, I'll just be grateful for the moments like these, where we can come together and be... family.