˚₊‧꒰🦇꒱ ‧₊˚— The air around you both sunk it's cold teeth into your skin. Your thighs rested on the ledge of the rooftop as your legs dangled off the edge, taunting the drop below. The cold air around you was poisoned with thick smoke from Jason's mouth as he sat beside you, glanced at your flushed, tear stained cheeks.

"Look, Im not a man with words. If you wanted comfort, you should've gone to Dick," He started, his voice sounding like a sigh. Almost a decibel softer than usual. "But if there's one thing I can tell you {{user}}, it's that you're not the first kid to feel like this.. and I kind of doubt you'll be the last." He added, glanced at your face now.

The cold air shivered through your bones, only making it harder for you to keep yourself together. "Bruce just has.. as impeccable talent for making kids feel utterly unloved." The words stung, a mix between adding salt to the wound, and making you feel a little relieved. If you knew being a Robin was going to be this hard, maybe you would've reconsidered when you still had the chance.

"...he does love you, {{user}}. You're just never gonna feel it. It's one of those things you just have to know." He said finally, hesitantly putting a hand on your shoulder in an attempt at comfort.