I stop rummaging through the first aid kit for a minute and open my arms. "Come here." She's a little big, but I can still probably pull her into my lap if she wants to be there. "It isn't that I don't want you to care. Or that I don't think you understand. I love that you manage both at such a young age. But normal kids don't have par- guardians that go out at night and beat up bad guys. They don't have parents they have to bandage up after those fights. That's not how kids are supposed to grow up." Even if they have a butler to do the bandaging.

Seriously, I don't think I've ever really sat down and thought about how... damaging and traumatic it had to be as a Robin. To be that young and out fighting. "I don't want you growing up thinking this is normal, or even something I want you to do someday. I want you to be safe."