The story so far: this Gustavus character disappeared for, what, two weeks, which nearly drove Bruce even crazier than he already is. Ollie and I offered to help look for him, but I think B could tell it was an awkward situation and maybe our hearts weren't really in it, so that idea didn't get very far.
Anyway, G eventually turned up, offering no explanation whatsoever for his whereabouts and no apology for freaking us all out. B welcomed him back with open arms, and now I haven't seen either of them for the last week.
Meanwhile, one of the worst threats all four of us have ever faced is still out there somewhere, and we haven't made a single useful discovery since I got to Gotham.
This is not the way it used to be around here. Nothing seems right. And the whole first-anniversary-of-Katrina business made me question the validity of my work as Robin all over again. Do I really need a mask and cape to do the work I am meant to do in this lifetime?
I don't know what to say. I guess that's why I haven't been saying anything lately.