[When he lifts his head, wiping at his eyes, she can see the young boy that he used to be. A young boy who was lost for so long and hurt in so many ways.]

I don't hate you.

[She looks up at him, putting a hand on the side of his face where she sees a fresh bruise on his cheekbone.]

I'm fine with you being Robin because it's just another part of you that I get to know.