[for a moment, he catches himself in a little daydream of having all his drugs back in his blood right now. he sees himself clutching Robin by the throat with his mind, slamming him facefirst into the ground by his neck over and over again until his head sat funny on the rest of his body and then not stopping. he can almost smell the thick red pulp he'd beat him into.]
[He wants to smile, at least softly, but he thinks that might be inappropriate right now.] [Instead he whispers too quietly for Cain to hear.]
I need some help. With him and his brother. I don't want him to know that I need help, because he's put a lot of trust in me and I don't want to risk him losing that faith and then completely disregarding me. But this- [pause.] -is, um. Turning out to be a lot for me to handle. I'm not saying I want help from you specifically or anything, but you're on that defense force, right? Maybe there's someone I can talk to there. If that's alright.
[Birdman's well aware that Robin doesn't trust him. So if he has to go and embarrass himself a little bit like this to kickstart the process of getting all that silliness off Robin's mind, then so be it.]