She felt sick, standing there, thinking about all the ways the monsters of these alleys could take advantage of Robin’s kindness, all the things they could do to him… It wasn’t a question of whether or not he was going to die. It was a question of whether he would die quickly, with all his spirit intact, or slowly, after the evils of the world had ripped and beaten every shred of optimism out of him.
The con of a kind heart
