A sly grin appears briefly, the boy pulling his shoulders to a shrugs. "He's dead, too.. all died a tragic accident."
" Thats rough buddy! I'm sorry to hear it. " The zombies smile twitches, voice never wavering. " Another guardian maybe? "
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A sly grin appears briefly, the boy pulling his shoulders to a shrugs. "He's dead, too.. all died a tragic accident."
" Thats rough buddy! I'm sorry to hear it. " The zombies smile twitches, voice never wavering. " Another guardian maybe? "
A roll of the young Robin's eyes, his smile quick to fade as a reflection of his annoyance. "My parents???" "Six feet under."
" Oh, wow! That's a lot! " Bright smile, gentle voice, it'd almost be condescending if she wasn't so sincere " Looks like someone needs a snack and a nap! Sweetie where are your parents? "
"What isn't wrong with it?! You want me to have just a STICK of it? What are you — a dumb bitch?? Looks like it to me. Hehe..hehe.." "I have refined taste buds, not trash like you!"
E- Ew ? Aw. " What's wrong with cinnamon? "
"Boo hoo..!! Cry me a river, Allen! I'm only bad because the rest of you are pathetic!!" "How is that my fault???"
“… Enough. Listen kid, everyone else told me you were bad right off the bat, but I didn’t want to believe them. Do you still want to prove them right?” Barry slowly maneuvers into a light fighting stance, his eyes deadly serious.
Of course I talk! Are you moronic??? Stupid and ugly, pick a struggle..!!
Help..? Me? No.. I couldn't impose. I'll just have to go back to my own world where everyone's gone ...
Of course it has! 〖 Nod nod nod. 〗 Is there any way I can help?
"Barry Allen ... The Flash . Heh.. heheh ..." "Oh, please. What are you going to do? Ground me?! You're not my dad. My dad's dead. You don't get to tell me what to do. If you know what's good for you."
“Hey, Bruce? No. That’s enough. That’s extremely rude, and you don’t get to talk about other kids like that. You hear me?”
[ A sniffle & a few tears shed ] It's .. It's been really.. hard!
Oh, you poor thing... 〖 Heart won. Esme tears up. 〗
[ The young Robin glanced down towards his feet, bringing his hands together. ] I don't have anyone ..
〖 His heart tugs. 〗 I... yes, I do... 〖 He frowns. 〗
I'm just sixteen still. Just barely sixteen.. No mom or dad .. I've been all alone for years.. Do you know what it's like to be so alone...?
Oh. Really...? 〖 Esme, you can't be falling for this. 〗 I'm so sorry to hear that. Maybe we can... 〖 ESME. 〗
"Something better than that. The fuck do you think I am—? Some kid who likes poor people food!"
“No no no! Uh I just thought it’d— okay. What do you like to eat?”
But we could be!! That'd be nice. Don't you think?? My parents got killed when I was a kid. And so did my butler. I don't have a family anymore. They're gone, gone, gone.
... Uh... huh. Ehm- Well. Not quite yet.
Oh, I know you VERY well. As if I've known you a long, long time ... We're practically family.
. . . Oh! O... okay. Uh. Well. I suppose you know me very well then.
You mean like torture??? Letting you watch as your loved ones get gutted right before your eyes. How about THAT? Someone who was all over this world's Joker. You're probably sick in the head, too. I've heard so much about you..
Oh! Um... yay, new planet! I suppose. But let's not kill. There's plenty of other stuff to do!
"Stab you?? For a skittle and fifty cents?" "....I'd do it for FREE."
" No offense but you look like you'd stab me for a skittle and fifty cents. "
Robin King!! King of PAIN. I'm not from here, but my world got all BORING! Everyone's just dead and gone! No one to play with!! But here... there's so much I can do..
... ah. My reputation precedes me, it seems. Well- Who might you be?
Ohhh... You. I know you. You get along with the bats!! Like a big happy family!! Isn't that cute! ...EYUCK.
... um- hi!
I'm hungry. You should make me some food. My ... caretaker died. I don't know how to cook.
Okay. I’ll give you a chance then. What do you want to do?
Grown Bruce wouldn't sell your organs on the black market.
Not even 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯 Bruce could make me do that—!