Magic Bullet

After taking Robin under my wing, I decided after weeks of greulin’ training that it was his time to finally come out with me on a mission. Like a baby bird learning to fly, Robin was finally ready to flap his wings in the world of crime fightin’.

After a series of arsons throughout the humble town I protect, quite fearlessly I might add, we had a hunch as to who the culprit behind it all was. We had tracked the location of the villain, using my wizard intuition and Robin’s surveillance skills. We had made our way through his booby trapped lair, like mice in a maze. Finally, we were faced with the silhouette of the culprit. With my magic pistol already in my hands, I asked the fella’ to turn ’round. He slowly revolved and emerged from the shadows…

I aim my magic bullet to shoot him, my finger on the trigger and KABLAMO I take my shot. I didn’t even get a chance to see the guy!

Now, despite being a renowned cowboy, my aim hasn’t quite caught up with my countless other skills. My bullet ricocheted off the cavern walls and bounced around like a pinball. Finally, my magic bullet found its home. It landed in none other than Robin’s chest. At that very moment, I truly did feel my heart shatter into a million pieces. My beloved sidekick with so much potential, was now only reduced to flesh n’ bone.