[ This high up on Gotham's dark skyline the wind is cutting right through worn holes in what's left of his uniform. Perched as he is, Robin can smell the scabbing blood across an open knee. No dignified cape would be caught dead in something this rag tag, but it's all he has for now. Alfred tried to toss it discretely, but Dick talked him out of it. He claimed he wanted to keep it for sentimental reasons, but really he still needed something to hunt in.
It's eerie to see how much and how little has changed from one world into another. It's the small things that have culminated into a brighter, more vivacious Gotham city. They both are molded by the fear of Batman, but his was a toxic fear that did little to build any beauty. Then again it's only him--was only him and Batman. This one has all of his Robins helping to the cull the criminal underworld. They seem to be doing okay. Then again he's only met himself, so of course he knows that one is doing their job well. But this "Red Hood" is another matter. He's a replacement for the original, just what does that say about him? ]
Slutbag Ahoy!!
It's eerie to see how much and how little has changed from one world into another. It's the small things that have culminated into a brighter, more vivacious Gotham city. They both are molded by the fear of Batman, but his was a toxic fear that did little to build any beauty. Then again it's only him--was only him and Batman. This one has all of his Robins helping to the cull the criminal underworld. They seem to be doing okay. Then again he's only met himself, so of course he knows that one is doing their job well. But this "Red Hood" is another matter. He's a replacement for the original, just what does that say about him? ]