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Robin meant many things. Frist it had meant family. A mother’s whispered words, “my little Robin,” to her son. When the “little Robin’s” parents died, he lost everything. The man who took him in was sad and angry, losing himself in the darkness he was fighting. Robin became his light, during the day teaching him how to smile and laugh and at night flying beside him bringing him light. Finally Robin became a symbol of hope to Gotham. “There’s hope flying by,” people would say.
So Robin was and meant many things. It meant family; he was Batman’s light, and he was a symbol of hope to rival even Superman. Dick Grayson wasn’t Robin anymore. He hadn’t been for many years. He doesn’t have a family. He has become too lost in darkness himself to be anyone’s light. And somewhere along the way he had forgotten how to hope.