Canon Nightwing utilizes frustratingly few lucha libre aerials for a guy whose entire athletic background consists of throwing his whole ass self at people.
Maybe CPS isn't called on Batman because everyone is too afraid of Robin.
Some out of towner: "And you're saying he just let's a child run around in short shorts to get shot at?" *scandalous gasp as they clutch their chest*
Gothamite: "Have you met Robin?"
OoT: "Well, no-"
Gothamite: "That ankle-biter giggles at the sight of teeth flying out of someone's mouth. He screeches for joy jumping off buildings, and he can pummel a 300 pound man with ease. I've seen him sass Joker to the point the clown cried."
OoT: "That's no reason to allow the chil-"
Gothamite: "Are you going to tell Robin he's not allowed to snap goon bones like glowsticks? Are you going to place bedtime restrictions on the sprite that can disappear while you're looking right at 'im?"
OoT: "Maybe I can't, but surely that Dark Knight man could-"
Gothamite: *sighs as they pour themselves a shot and proceed to empty their cup* "You think Batman hasn't tried?"
OoT: *splutters* "That's a child! Surely Batman could parent the y-"
Gothamite: *stares forlorn at the bottom of their cup* "That's no child. That's a demon critter from the dregs of death's realm."
“And if you could trade this one for the dead one, son for son, would you do it?”
For an instant, the image flashed into his head, seductive and alluring—Jason back, Jason home, Jason alive—before it vanished, leaving behind a young boy broken in pieces and Jason’s horrified expression.
“No,” Bruce said hoarsely, and it tore at him, but he could never trade one life for another.
“No?” Hood repeated, voice harsh.
“Because then I’d have no sons,” Bruce said quietly.
“Gave up on the dead brat already, huh.”
Bruce wished he could punch Hood and wipe the stupid sneer off his face.
“If I exchanged an innocent life to bring Jason back,” Bruce said, struggling to keep his voice level, “Then he would never speak to me again.”
You know, if we DO make contact with aliens within the next hundred years-ish, enough people are going to give the Vulcan salute to the first alien they see in real life (whether out of quivering excitement, lol memeitude, or sheer awkward, panicked grasping for the one prominent alien greeting nested in the social conscious) that there's a solid chance that it becomes a thing we're known for as humans.