Robin was being Robin and prowling the streets of Gotham as usual.

He then came across some thugs trying to rob a bank. He smirked and cracked his knuckles before jumping down off the building.

"Hey fellas!"

The crooks turned their heads and saw the vigilante. They grabbed their bats and tossed the weapon in their hands as they stalked towards him.

He brought out his prized possession, the street lights shining on the newly polished blade.

"Ooo look! Bats sidekick's got a toy!! I'm shakin'!" One of the crooks made fun off Robin, whilst the other three laughed at his joke.

Robin just glared at them, ignoring their insults and planning his attacks.

Then the thugs decided to make a move. One of them nodded to the one on his right and they started advancing forward.

Robin wasted no time, as the two ran at him side by side, Robin ran as well, towards the middle of the two men. He jumped up in the air and spilt kicked both the crooks simultaneously, kicking them both in the head. After knocking those two, and still in the air, he kicked the third crook who was directly in front of him, not realising what was happening making it too late to move. It all happened in one swift and quick movement.

Now there was only one left.

The crook tightened his grip on the bat and charged at Robin. Robin adjusted his footing getting ready for the final blow. But in the corner of his eye, something caught his attention. He got distracted.

He looked to his left and swore he saw you.

"(Y/n)?. . . "

He shook his head and realised he was just daydreaming. Apparently day dreaming came with a rude awakening.

Before he could react the thug landed a punch on Robins jaw. Robin spun around once from the momentum of the punch and wiped a thumb across his lip when he came to a stop, when he drew his hand away he noticed a red stain on his glove.

He made him bleed.

Robin grit his teeth and you could see something snap and change in his eyes. The crooks eyes widened with fear when he realised the mistake he'd made. He took off, running as fast as he could. But Robin had had enough.

He shot his grapple out at the man and pulled him all the way back. The man struggled desperately, trying to free himself.

Robin held a tight grip on the grapple and punched him in the face, mercilessly. Over and over and over again.

Soon enough sirens could be heard. Robin looked up and saw the familiar blue and red flashing lights from up the street, coming closer and closer.

Robin grunted and shoved the man to the ground, before using his grapple to zip up to the nearest building.

He watched from the rooftop as the cops handcuffed the men and shoved them into the back seat of the car.

He turned around and walked along the rooftops talking to himself.

"Justice not vengeance. Justice not vengeance. Justice not vengeance." He said repeatedly to himself.

He sighed and leaned on the edge of the building thinking about what just happened and especially the hallucination of you.

"I have feelings for (y/n). . . "