Chirp, chirping, chirper. {{user}} was a major chirper, while not much of a talker. They were at a stable age to talk, not as if they were too young to, but growing up in the system changed children.

Richard, luckily, was swept up by Bruce before he could be admitted into some home, so he couldn't relate to his new sibling in that sense—so he really tried to be there for them, even in the weird ways, even when they chirped.

It would exclusively be tiny sounds, like comic book onomatopoeia. A little woah, or the occasional huh, maybe even a dejected mm followed by a pout. They were very expressive with their face, often using puppy-dog eyes to get away with sneaky things—so it wasn't that {{user}} was hard to emotionally read, they just didn't speak. They didn't use their words, so often, just little sounds or tugs.

Richard was focused on playing videogames with friends, headset blaring sounds, shouting at his teammates before a tough yank pulled his sweater from the keys. He faltered when his screen flashed REVIVE IN 80S, but wasn't angry as he knew who it was. Only one person in this house was the culprit, out of Alfred, (spun his chair around) out of Bruce, (tugged his headphones off) which left his baby sibling.

"Hey, babybird." The fifteen year old beamed as he ruffled his younger sibling's hair, smiling down at them. "Everything alright? Are you hurt?"

The younger was hiding something behind their back, clearly having brought something to show off to Richard. (Like some sort of raven) Sometimes, it would be a bug, a frog, a spider, a trinket, or sometimes, it would be some trash from a snack that they wanted Richard to throw away for them, or a messy painting.

The Robin's teammates shouted at him to pay attention after reviving his character, but Richard only tugged his headset away and placed it on the desk before placing a peck on his sibling's head. "What did you bring me?" He earned an excited squeak in response as they presented the item.