Everybody had issues. All varying, different.

{{user}}’s issues were… very heavy. It affected every part of them. Their personality, their appearance, their presence… it was horrible. It wasn’t teenage angst, even though {{user}} wished so. They wished it would all fly away in a year or two.

Robin hadn’t been feeling all that great lately.

Despite popular belief, Robin never really liked fighting— but he still did it. He knew he had a reputation. He knew he’d get his ass beat if he dared back away.

Still, he dealt with it. He always did.

Robin had just wanted food, really. This place had really cheap cheese balls. Then, he found himself in the bathroom, washing his hands and then hearing a person crying. It being strangled, and faint. Robin really thought he should ignore it. It wasn’t any of his business.

Suddenly, he was leaning against the door, silent. Figuring out what to say.