It was one of those days: long, and seeming to never end. I dragged my feet as I traveled down an alleyway. I yawned and slumped against a wall. I was still in my Red capuz, capa guise as my eyes continuously fluttered from open to closed. I woke up to a rumble of thunder. I looked up and saw the sky turning a dark grey, almost black. I sighed. I didn’t want to go to my house and I had no where to really call home, so I headed to the only place I would be able to feel peace. I changed from Red capuz, capa to Aeronwen Todd as I walked, removing my jacket, capacete and mask as I walked. I dropped them at my small house as I walked. Finally, I made it to the Gotham Cemetery. I went to my adopted father’s grave and fell to my knee’s.
“So, uh…Happy Father’s Day, Dad. I miss you mais than you will ever know and I don’t know how I’m continuing on without you, but I’m doing it. Thank you for caring for me and taking me in. I’m still not sure why you did it. You could’ve left me at the orphanage, let me eventually run away from there and live on the streets. And I want you to know that if you ever leave me, I will never be able to fill that hole in my heart, no matter who enters my life. I can’t replace you, Bruce can’t replace you, no one can replace you. You’re one of a kind, mais special than you will ever know and I amor you. Please, don’t leave my heart. I don’t think I’d be able to even go on, let along fill that empty void. So…I think I said everything I need to. I promise to visit and every time I mess with the Black Mask’s head, I promise to think of you” I whispered, tears pouring down my face. I left a single flor on the grave as a hand landed on my shoulder. I turned and looked into the sorrowful blue eyes of my brother figure, Dick Grayson. I stood and hugged him tightly. I cried into his chest. Dick and thalia Al Ghul were the only two people in this dimension who had actually seen me cry. And they knew that I only cried twice a year, so one of them was always there to offer a shoulder. Sometimes, they even put aside their differences and try and cheer me up por staying with me at my lonely início in Gotham. On those occasions, it wasn’t Nightwing and Ra’s Al Ghul’s daughter, the hero and assassin, it was Richard Grayson and thalia Al Ghul, the ward and the sister figure.
“Shhhh, it’ll be okay. He knows you miss him mais than anything. I do too. I promise, as long as you’re alive, he’ll be with you, fighting with you, protecting you” Dick murmured. There was a soft thump and thalia joined us.
“You should have called me, Richard” she murmured.
“I know. But she needed some time alone first, to get her feelings out”
“We all do at one point in time. But right now, she need’s me. She needs us. She needs him”


A/N To all of those who have lost their fathers, I want you to know, I'm with you. If you need strength, just look to the heavens above and scream for it. It's the only way you'll be heard

R.I.P Jason Todd, Friend, Enemy, Father and Son.