Robin was scheduled to begin training at 05:00. He arrived in the cave at 04:50. If punctuality were the only metric, I would have no concerns. Unfortunately, the session did not proceed as planned.
He demonstrated exceptional agility, evading every rubber round Alfred fired at him. His acrobatics were precise—too precise. Instead of advancing on the gunman as instructed, he diverted into unnecessary flourishes. Flips, spins, lateral vaults across the cave. Wasted movement. Wasted time.
After repeated commands to neutralize the weapon, he finally complied—by kicking a fish from the underwater cavern into the barrel of the machine gun. Creative. Effective. Reckless.
And completely inappropriate for the exercise.
He seems unable, or unwilling, to take the work seriously for more than moments at a time. When I told him to stop performing, he told me to stop being “boring.”
Discipline is not optional in this line of work. If he’s going to survive—if we’re going to be effective—he must understand that saving Gotham is not a performance. It is a responsibility. One he has yet to fully grasp.