Red Robin's Training Journal

The female lead and the little Tim have a familial relationship, and the secondary couple is 43! The story is complete.

Completed story: Bat-Son and the Blended Family. Next up: A Raccoon City Batkid's Guide to Living in Gotham and The Rainy Night I Left the Devil Boss.

This story combines some elements from Old Country Valley and Cultist Simulator. That's all I've mixed in for now. The timeline is a mess, there are lots of personal interpretations and out-of-character moments, and I wrote this to satisfy my own tastes! There will be a Bat-family get-together. The protagonist has no romantic pairing, but a character related to Mi Jiao has an unrequited crush on them, so please keep that in mind before reading!

You came to Gotham.

It was a gloomy, cold city, where pickpockets, shootings, robberies... every crime you could think of, and plenty you couldn't, spread across the land. Bats roosted in the darkness, watching everything that happened in the city.

But none of that had much to do with you.

Because you were playing a Red Robin raising simulator.

So all you had to do was diligently raise Red Robin and take care of his logistics. Your job was to let him soar freely through the sky and keep him from being knocked down by all the unexpected disasters that came his way.

You would deal with anything and anyone who tried to restrict your kid's freedom.

You swore it to the Hours.

My name is Priscilla Lin. I used to be a farmer and built a church, working diligently for over a decade. Then my superiors suddenly started some kind of “War of the Sun,” and just like that, I was back where I started. That's right, I became mortal again.

A joke Douglas once told had come true.

There's no need to bring up the past. I've turned over a new leaf and gone straight. Now I'm just an honest, hardworking nanny for the Drake family.

Looking at the child's lovely blue eyes and innocent face, I silently vowed to protect him.

First, I planned to wipe out every blond punk who dared approach my little Timmy. Then I would protect his spleen. Amid this gloom, which was enough to swallow a person whole, I would support him with all my heart, even if others sometimes thought he had gone mad.

But that was all right. I knew he had always been a clever, brave, good boy.

Good boys deserve a happy ending.

All I had to do was make sure they could all find happiness.

“Love that moves the sun and the other stars.” From Dante's Divine Comedy

Theme: A story about love.