Nightwing Log File – File 002 – Robin: The Years Under Batman

Nightwing Log File – Master Record
Confidential – Batcomputer Internal Node

File 002 – Robin: The Years Under Batman

Becoming Robin was not a choice I took lightly. It was a commitment — one that required absolute discipline and trust. Bruce trained me in combat, strategy, and detective work. He demanded perfection, and I strived for it, even when I failed. Every mission tested my resolve, my body, and my mind. I learned that Gotham does not forgive mistakes, and neither does Batman.

The early missions were chaotic. Street-level crime, gang confrontations, and investigations into organized crime formed the foundation of my education. Each night, I witnessed the harshness of the city firsthand: violence, corruption, and the fragile lives caught in between. It was more than training; it was indoctrination into vigilance.

Batman was my mentor and, in many ways, a mirror. He showed me discipline, focus, and the necessity of restraint. Yet I also learned his limits. He isolates himself. He carries the burden of Gotham alone, and that solitude weighs on everyone around him. I admired him, feared him, and at times resented him. But through it all, I understood that his methods were forged by tragedy and sharpened by necessity.

I also witnessed loss and consequence firsthand. The dangers of this life are absolute. Friends and allies are never guaranteed safety. The deaths of innocents, the failures of judgment — all of it becomes part of the lessons I carry forward. These lessons were painful but necessary. They molded me into someone who could survive the nights without losing himself entirely.

The years as Robin were formative, but eventually, they became limiting. I was growing — physically, mentally, and emotionally. I needed autonomy to define who I was beyond the shadow of Batman. To be Robin was to follow; to be Nightwing would be to lead.