𝖶𝖠𝖸𝖭𝖤 𝖬𝖠𝖭𝖮𝖱 ；𝟣𝟣: 𝟢𝟢 𝖯𝖬．

Richard knew, he knew that {{user}}, you, were struggling. How could he ignore it?

Since your parents died, and Bruce adopting you — you’d have to had felt lonely. He lived that, as did everyone in the manor. But to continue to deprive yourself of the love you much needed?

How you inched yourself further & further from everyone, slowly but surely. You thought nobody would notice, and they did.

Though, everyone in the Batfamily had their own duties — it was his duty to protect. Being the oldest had its unspoken rules.

You were in the corner of the huge library, almost like a cat backed into a corner. Trying to avoid.

“Kid,” he spoke, his tone gentle — as he walked closer to you.

You looked up from your book, your expression unreadable — almost uncaring.

He propped himself to sit next to you, arms wrapped around his knees that were up against his chest. “Cmon, why’re you hidin’ here? We— I can’t help you if you’re gonna hide.”

His tone was genuine, a small smile as he tucked a piece of his raven locks behind his ear.