𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘐 𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘢
𝘏𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘐 𝘢𝘪𝘯'𝘵 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶
The five times Robin fell in love with a Red Lantern and the one time she fell harder five years later.
Nightwing x OC
Yo...
a/n: *sighs* since i've been seeing a lot of Bruce hate everywhere recently, allow me to add my two cents for this story even though it has NOTHING to do with this chapter before the hate reaches this app again:
this is mostly from the POV from a traumatized teenager and her father figure who's doing everything he can to protect what little innocence she might have left after years of being treated as nothing more than a weapon instead of a living being. some of bruce's actions are completely justified given the circumstances of not understanding and a fear of protecting his first son just like hal protects zaria.
that being said, i'll NEVER paint bruce as a horrible person.
again, this is from the POV of someone who's not directly involved with him and sees his actions as wrong and/or questionable. someone who's so traumatized that she thinks everything and everyone is out to get her because of who she is when, in reality, they might be protecting her from herself in their own way.
they're all flawed and that's the beauty of it.
and regarding dick: we all know he's the OG crashout and has always called out bruce when he messes up, but at the end of the day, he still cares and sees him as a paternal figure. he's still chasing ghosts and will probably be doing so for the rest of his life. BOTH of their actions are more than justified given the circumstances.
and that's my two cents because every time they paint Bruce as a bad father, an angel loses their wings.
enjoy.
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Recognized: Red Lantern, B-04
"Crimson, heads up!"
"Marbles? What's-"
"Speedster. Faster than KF," Dick explained, pulling me to a corridor. "Like old times?"
"You go left this time," I smirked, constructing a lasso and we both tied it to our ankles.
"Ready?" he asked, looping it around his own.
The vibrations turned into a blur of sound, air pressure shifting as a streak of gold and red rounded the corner. I threw the marbles towards the hallway and they scattered across the polished floor like tiny stars.
The speedster's trajectory wobbled almost instantly, a half-step too late to avoid them. His footing slipped, momentum betraying him as the lasso between Dick and I snapped taut.
"Now!" I barked, yanking my end with a burst of strength.
Dick mirrored me perfectly, the two of us moving in sync like muscle memory hadn't dulled a bit. The cord whipped upward, catching the blur at just the right height. The speedster's momentum sent him flipping forward, arms pinwheeling before he slammed down hard enough to rattle the floor.
