Hello my fellow demons ( I'm trying out pet names so stop cringing. I said try not using!)  ok so when I posted the "prologue" to this story I said I would have the next part up in a week...well you know me; your socially awkward and well overly complicated, talks with a British accent when trying to act sophisticated, demon lord. * slow clapping and the words "wow how long did that take" in background*  I'm going I'm going. I'm slow when I update ok?!?!?!?! It like a fine wine, it has to brew and age in my brain before you can have a Taste. Wow that sounded way less creepy in my mind... Damn... Your going to need therapy after this, don't worry I know a guy. Ok I'm still sounding creepy.... You know what just read the story ok go on.

Robins pov
After I walked out on the team I packed up my things and headed out. No one stopped me, for I gave off an aura of fuck off or else. Batman didn't even try knowing full well if I wanted to I could kill him, it would be difficult and the only reason I could is i know all his moves and tricks, but I could do it if I put my mind towards it. I decided maybe I was always meant to be more towards the bad side, never fully evil. No killing because I can or selling dugs to kids aka our future, but I could definitely kill a child molester and feel not one ounce of sympathy. 

I only carried necessaries in my bag for I was moving fast and I dint need much if I was living on the road. All to my name was 3 full sets of clothes for the different climate changes, all my assassin gere and some sentimental items.

I don't know where I'm headed, just a lost soul floating in the wind of human distaste and disparity. I decided to maybe get a travel buddy, it can get lonely even for a criminal like me. I know just the right person to pick. Roy harper. Born and half raised in the scum of the streets. We can't all be perfect, well really who is? they just happen to have more "glitter" so people look at that instead of the filth.

As I near Roy's I start to think what I should say. I decided to go with not sugar coating it because then he'll see the truth and back stab me. I'll say it like it is so he know what he's getting into. Ohh Roy boy here I come, give mama some sugar cuz she ain't bringing any.

I tried so stop throwing the tomatoes! God where are you getting those from!?!??!?!? Crazy mother fucking ass clowns ( still working on the pet namesヘ（。□°）ヘ （'-'*) * more slow clapping and " your the poster child for dip-shits of America"*

Stay scary👻