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Everything was find until that one night when the sub-station went. Up till then he did everything ri- okay. He did everything kinda slip-shod and half-assed. He grew up in this iteration of reality which, well... we'll go with didn't get worse for him when everything was wiped out from under him. He was raised a shelter kid. Single mom, and occasionally lived on the couch of whomever she was sleeping with at the time. Great lady it's just... once people found out about her 'things' tended to go downhill fast. Even without his durance Robin's reality was riddled with unspoken horrors. He endured. That's really just what he seems to do: get by on nothing and thrive the less there is. He's like a fucking cockroach.
That's what he is. A cockroach living off society.
After his durance things got strange for him. Some speculate in a way not all of him came back, or perhaps not all of him ever left. He's quiet, keeps to his own company and doesn't seem to mind that society sort of treats him as some dirty thing. I mean to be fair he was, and not the safest person to be around. Sometimes the best things you can do for others is just to stay away. The ever watchful and vigilant fringe.
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