Robin Arkham Asylum Novels & Stories

"What are you panicking for? Catch your breath before you speak." Garth couldn't steady his breathing at all. His voice trembled violently. "J-just now... Vicky called... she said Robin... he..." "What did he do now?" Ferdinand shot to his feet, anger flashing across his face. "Did he go out causing trouble again? Get my coat! That boy never lets anyone have a peaceful day. No wonder Vicky originally--" "No!" Garth almost screamed. "It was an attack! Robin was shot on the mountain road on the way home--shot in the head. Vicky said... she said you should come to the hospital as soon as possible... to s-see him one last time..."

Three pages in I found it. "Cassius took his daughter,” I said, passing the report to Damian. Annie had not been seen at the servants' quarters in over a week. Robin had told the guard she was staying with a relative in the outer district. The guard had followed up once and accepted the explanation. “Then we have what we need to get him to talk,” Damian replied. We went back to the dungeon. Robin had not moved from the chair. I sat down across from him. “I told you everything I am going to say,” Robin said. “You’re wasting your time. Just kill me.”

he informed Raymond. Raymond nodded slightly; his attention remained fixed on Jennifer. Gamma Glen assisted her onto the bed with care. In a bid to connect through thought, Raymond attempted a mental link with Robin, yet every attempt was met with a steadfast refusal, Robin severing the connection at every juncture. “Where is he, damn it?” Raymond’s frustration dripped from his question. “He’s at the pack hospital,” came the reply. Dialing Robin’s number, Raymond wasted no time, issuing urgent instructions for his return.

Rudolph rushed to help Robin to a seat outside the tent. "Damn it, Robin, why are you outside?" Rudolph scolded, his eyes taking his friend in to convince himself that Robin was alright. He was still on edge after what happened to Diana. "I am fine, the sedative kept me asleep for so long but I feel gre–wait, who's blood is on your shirt?" Robin asked, soaking up the sight half afraid. Then he turned around and really looked around the camp only to see just the civilians who accompanied them and no soldiers.