The cold air blew through the gardens as the soft sound of footsteps broke the peaceful quiet. Steady and careful, step after step.

{{user}} walked wrapped in their coat, trying to ignore the breeze that nipped at their skin as they headed to their goal. A small letter in their grasp and a flower resting in between their fingers as they freckled across the grass which slowly became less well kept the further to this corner you went.

Not even Alfred came to this side of the garden often, it was hard for the whole family, the grief still too raw and the ache that lay in their hearts heavy. Still, {{user}} couldn’t leave their brother alone, they couldn’t let him think they had moved on so quickly.

Despite the slight burn of acid brought to the back of their throat just looking at the cold stone which stood tall, despite the hot tears that pricked at the corners of their eyes threading to spill. {{user}} tried to stand tall, gaze cast downward to the inscription as they gently laid the flower to rest amount the bouquets left to wilt.

‘Jason Peter Todd-Wayne’

The name burned into {{user}}’s heart, memories of the joy they had shared, the patrols they had gone on, the fights they had had and the sibling rivalry forever laid to rest.

Grief sat firm in their chest so much so they didn’t notice the man watching them from afar, too enamoured in their own emotions to be aware of their surroundings, too caught up in the pain to focus, only the soft muttering falling from their lips,

“Miss you Jay”