[ He does important work. Necessary work. Work that keeps heroes safe. His team's the one that hunts the hunters; they're the ones who act, who track down rogue superhumans before they become a serious threat. No affiliations, no recognition. There's a reason his Blackhawk outfit is blank, no insignia. Nobody but Batman knows they exist; not even the League.

And when things go south, they'll take the fall.

He doesn't want Dick tied to any of that. Not this stupid, tough kid he's wrapped up in his arms; who's growing, has grown, but is still nothing but a twig against him. ]

I'm here every second I can be.

[ He doesn't like being away. Things were different after Jason's death; the Outsiders were both an escape and a punishment. Then Bruce's death brought him back in again, brought them all back. It felt like -- a home.

(His mother would scoff to hear him now.) ]

You're already your own hero, Robin. You don't require anyone's approval or validation -- not even Father's. Do what you think is best, and I will be here to make sure you don't get killed doing it.

[ Because brotherhood. Snarky as it is. ]