On Amon, my Gorgeous Able Leader

Tall, dark and handsome and probably the most genuine-looking bishounen I have ever come across with. No way around it. No other way to describe it. That dark, rugged, shoulder-length hair, those dark deep-set eyes, the black trenchcoat that perfectly accentuates his well-built figure, his thick-hide gloves, thin-rope necklace that hangs on his gorgeous mid-chest, carrying the Orbo, and that gun, oh that gun. There's something about the way he points his guns. Always with certainty. Always without question. The perfect angle at which one can shoot his enemies whether at far or at a close range. The perfect steadiness that can never waver; the steadiness that tells you he will protect his loved ones from any harm or any danger present in this world; the perfect steadiness that tells you he'll never forgive you when you hurt Robin, whom he protects and guards with his life; and if anyone has such a right, only he can do that, but he won’t and never will.