[Western Crossover] It Is Not Robin

Check out my author page for a surprise~ (Pfft!)

I'm Jason Todd. Let me repeat that: Jason Todd.

I'm not Robin. I repeat, I'm not Robin!

...All right, I used to be.

I'm a very special (x) Robin. For example, I have background music, and nobody else does.

The old man is a weird, awkward, fussy weirdo, and Dickiebird is a disgusting, sticky slime. Those two gave me a hell of a time during the first half of my life.

Oh my God, I'm only fifteen. Seriously, I'm not perfect, of course I'm no match for the first Robin, but I've been trying my best!

But all the old man says is: You're not Dick.

What brain-dead idiot would compare himself to the first Robin, anyway?!

Fine, then. I shouldn't be called Robin. I should be called Shrike. At least Robins are on the Shrike's menu, so I could kill and dismember people in broad daylight.

Then I died.

After getting dragged around and tormented by all kinds of bratty kids.

"Shazam! Do you remember I paid for your damages?!"

"Zabiro! You're about to flatten my house!!!!!"

"Quicksilver! Steal my food again and I'll hang you up!!!!!"

Thanks, old Bat. At least you didn't produce a few brats of your own.

Years later, I returned to Gotham, finally at peace.

So...

Who the hell are these two little brats?!?!

You're done for, old Bat!!!! (Red Hood roaring.jpg)

Theme: You only understand your parents' love once you're raising kids yourself