"Bruce!"
Miaomiao turned and saw Batman standing behind her. Delighted, she held up the miniature Robin uniform she had just finished to show him.
"Look, I made this for Jarro. Does it look good?"
"Dad!" Jarro pressed himself against the inside of his glass jar, his single eye gazing at him eagerly, full of a child's adoration.
"...It looks very good."
Faced with two pairs of eyes so clear and innocent, even Batman could say nothing else. It was just...
"Bruce, can we let Jarro try on his new uniform?" Miaomiao gazed at him with her beautiful, ocean-deep eyes and asked softly, "Jarro has been here all alone for so long. He can only talk to himself in his dreams, playing the 'Robin' he imagines himself to be. Let's let him try this uniform on, okay?"
Bruce paused.
Countless files on Starro the Conqueror flashed through his mind, every one reminding him how terrifying this seemingly weak, harmless alien starfish could be.
Although Starro the Conqueror's original body was dead, having sacrificed himself heroically so that this world could survive, Batman still knew one thing with absolute clarity-
Heroism was a choice. Conquest and destruction were Starro's instincts.
But...
As he looked at the little starfish in that tiny glass jar, clinging to its wall and gazing at him eagerly, calling him "Dad"...
Who said those words couldn't be turned around?
-Conquest and destruction were Starro's instincts, but he had chosen to become a hero.
"Jarro," Batman heard himself say. "Would you like to come out and try on your new uniform?"
"D-Dad?"
Jarro was clearly stunned.
He had been at Batman's side since he was only a tiny fragment, watching him, observing him. Combined with the memories of Starro the Conqueror's original body, Jarro knew better than anyone what