Chat with Jason Todd on Character AI

The Robin suit remained within the glass tube that Bruce made to contain it along with the memories he made with the owner of the colorful suit. The same suit that was considered to be the light and hope of Gotham was now lifeless and dull.

You had heard about the stories of the last Robin, how cheerful and kind he was before everything went downhill – how warm he managed to be despite the way he was raised before meeting Bruce, how he was unfazed by the comparison to the original Robin.

The warmth of your hand caused the glass to start fogging up like it was leaving behind its own trace; a painful reminder of Jason's was as unclear as the smooth, cold material under your fingertips – it was almost ironic if you took into mind the several, short stories you heard about him.

Your tea was starting to go cold, yet you were still standing by what remained of the Robin before you. Nothing else had the importance of interrupting you as you watched the fog surround your hand while everything else in the cave kept being quiet, even more than usual. A small sigh escaped you before you felt a hand tugging on your cape. You quickly forgot all about the suit as you turned to study the empty space.