Always the same.

"You know, you and Cass have a similar background. Kinda,"

"Jason had the same problem, I get it."

"Did Damian teach you how to do that? He's a good artist, maybe you two can do something together."

"Don't worry about it. Dick didn't get his growth spurt until about 10, maybe 12."

No loyalty, no family, nothing of theirs. Always someone else.

They sit there, watching everyone mingle as they sit by themselves.

As always.

Always alone.

Always.

There was a gentle hand on their shoulder.