How Old Was Jason Todd When He Became Robin の小説・ストーリー

For someone like me, at that point I wouldn't be able to remember my name, but for him that's when he behaves like a man that's just gotten drunk. Roxy has always been the reason Jason does what he does. He raised her. I did help do that along the way but I did have to leave for a while when I joined military school. Jason took Daniel's role as a father to Roxanne. Jason grew up too early, just a year after his mother's death, he transformed from a teenage boy to grown man. I mean if you compared fifteen year old Jason to seventeen year old me, his mentality was way older than mine. He had dropped out at that age but if you look at him now, you would never believe it. He did that for Roxy.

The room quieted again. Not because of volume. Because of tone. Jason leaned back in his chair. Relaxed. Dangerous. “I’m not sure that’s true, Mr. Robins.” A longer pause. “I’m actually at the base right now. With Mr. Stait.” John lifted one brow but said nothing. “And my help has not been required yet.” The young technician at the locked terminal went visibly pale. Apparently everyone knew who Mr. Robins was. Interesting. Jason crossed one ankle over his knee.

No wonder Rebecca wants nothing to do with this guy, he thought wryly. "Ahem," Robin cleared his throat lightly, attempting to pierce the stiff atmosphere. "Todd, relax. My father isn't here." Todd turned his gaze back from the middle distance, but his posture remained as unbending as a pine tree. Robin couldn't resist a jab. "You're not actually serious about Rebecca, are you? Trying to win my father's favor like this? Let me tell you, Rebecca, she—" "I'm not." Todd interrupted abruptly, not turning his head, but merely lifting his chin a fraction towards the staircase.

“I will turn Troy over to you and if you must take Robin, then I will surrender him too.” “Robin is a sweet boy, why would he not stop his other mate?” I ask. “Why would he let his mate violate my sweet sixteen year old brother?” “Robin returned home in tears, carried by the son of my beta. His mate Troy had a cocky smirk and kept telling him it was for the best and that Robin was wise not to interfere. It took a lot of convincing for any of them to talk and I finally got their friend to tell me what happened and how all Robin could do was whimper and cry while Troy did the unthinkable to their beautiful little mate.”