186 She Hears A Different Story (1/2)
Young Robin burst out onto the roof, quickly securing the door with a metal bar. Sounds of pounding began on the door.
”Robin, open the door!”
”There's no escape.”
”Teacher, I think something's wrong with Robin! She's on the roof and has blocked off the door!”
”Is she suicidal?”
”Don't make us call the fire department again!”
Young Robin backed away from the door, unwilling to listen any further. Hero Robin saw the long shadow behind her stretch up and take form as her uncle.
”Robin.” He called. Hero Robin watched as slowly, Young Robin was cornered by her uncle, and Mr Dawkins. But, right as her uncle blew up, Robin stepped forward, and caught that uncle's arm.
”Who are you!?” The uncle finally saw Hero Robin.
”Me? Hmm...You could say that I was on very good terms with this girl's father.” Robin replied.
”Hah! You? Go back to your cosplay convention! This is family business-Ack! Let go! Let go of me!” The uncle yelled out in pain as Robin began to tighten her grip.
”Oh, I am not a cosplayer. I am something far, far stronger than that.” Robin replied. ”This girl is under my protection. Should you enact any violence upon her, I may need to take precautionary actions in her defense, don't you think?”
”Let go!”
”Choose which you would like to retain. Her fortune, or your life?” Robin spat out, almost breaking the man's bones. To the side, Mr. Dawkins was already starting to fall to the ground in a heart attack.
”I-I won't bother her again, just let go!” The uncle was scared stiff by the sharp glare in Robin's eyes. Robin let go, and the uncle stumbled over himself as he ran towards the now open stairwell.
Robin looked about. The Trader had disappeared. She then turned towards Young Robin.
”W-who are you?” She asked.
Robin smiled. ”Little Robin, don't worry. Your brother is on his way with the police. That uncle will not get far.”
Hero Robin patted Young Robin on the head.
”Don't let this incident traumatize you. You'll grow up and find true friends. You'll even find people whom you'll regard as important as your parents. I have it on good faith that you'll be adopted as a niece by a lovely couple in the future. That's why, you need not pay any respect to these villains in the future, okay?”
”Are-are you gonna become my new uncle?” Young Robin asked. ”Aren't you just here to go after my fortune, like all the others?”
”No? I have a fortune of my own, you see. I do not need yours.” Robin replied.
”You...who are you?” A voice rasped from the ground behind them. Mr. Dawkins gasped, looking in Robin's direction.
”You weren't here on that day. Were you someone who regretted not being able to protect her? Are you one of her brother's men?” Mr Dawkins asked.
”Is it that important?” Robin asked, walking towards him, and crouching down with a cheerful grin. ”I should think there'd be more important things to ask, at least for a dying man.”
”What happened to her uncle?” Dawkins asked.
”Jailed for 10 years on attempted murder. Fined most of what he owned for mistreatment of a minor. Oh, and in addition, as a trafficker of minors, he was given an additional sentence of forty years.” Robin replied.
”Don't you hate me?” Dawkins asked.
”Why should I hate a dead man? It is enough as long as Little Robin never sees him again.”