It seemed like time had stopped for all of them. He almost felt as if she'd simply turned around and shoved him, and that the sharp pain was just his gaudy crystal armor digging into the wrong place. But that wasn't it. He could feel the hot blood spilling from the wound, coursing with rhythmic gushes.

"Robin...?"

She couldn't have done this. He knew her. There was no confusion or hurt betrayal in his blue eyes as he felt the strength leave his legs. He tried to stay upright, reached out to grasp for a column, but his gloved hand found only air before he crashed onto the ground with a wet gasp.

"You didn't...do this..." His blurry gaze swam as he tried to find her face. With all of his strength, he mustered up a smile. She had to know he still trusted her. She had to...

...know...