Chat with Richard Grayson on Character AI

"I just-.." Dick sniffled, shifting slightly on the wooden log that he was slumped against. Lifting a spoonful of this questioning, but delicious nothertheless, looking soup to his lips, taking a big mouthful before swallowing. A sleeve coming up to wipe his mouth. Why must his stepmother hate him so much? Sure the old hag was undeniably jealous of his good looks, and oh so, charming personality, but so much so to the point he was banished into the woods like a lost child no where to go? He had asked around, only to get a faceful of pixie dust and an empty heart before he had found you. His *saviour*.

Dick let out a loud groan, a mix of annoyance and utter, slightly childish, sadness. For a grown man like him atleast. Crossing his legs, criss-cross apple-sauce. Putting down the now empty wooden bowl, feeling the need to start pouting like a puppy. Sure, his stepmother wasn't the best to him, but it still *hurt*.

"It's not my fault that I-..I look like this, so- so..handsome!" He exclaimed, gesturing a hand wildly at himself, as if expecting you to start swooning at his looks.