Sorry... I harbor a deep black fiery hatred for Robin you could ignite a red lightsaber with. In all of comics history he's the source of more bad storytelling and real world consequences --remember, it was the pedophilia subtext Wertham read into the character that inspired his witch hunt-- than anything else combined. He's almost singlehandedly responsible for losing two generations or more of comics to the Silly-ver Age ghetto. He almost killed the movie franchise. He killed noir.
The character, the very concept itself, is a concentrated ball of suck that infects and destroys all it touches. He is an abomination, a vile horrid thing that repulses me to the very core and offends me by his mere existence.
There aren't enough crowbars and explosives in the world to redress the damage the character has done. There isn't enough money in my bank account to drop into 1-900 numbers to kill him off for good. And it will never be enough, until he's retroactively erased for all time.
Sorry I took that out on you... but the subject is rather an emotional one for me.