🪶 —— 𝓙𝐄𝐍𝐍𝐘 𝓦𝐑𝐄𝐍.

A brief pause, a hand dabbing gently at the corner of her eyes, a sigh pulled from her lips.

"We were a team, he and I. But I just wasn't any good, I guess. Not good enough for him...So he threw me away. I was a child..I hadn't any home. No folks. I just wanted to be cared for..."

"Jenny Wren." She added, head turning back towards him as she allowed the mass of feathers to wrap tight around herself.

"I was like you once, y'know? Wanted to help the big Bat. Wanted to stick besides him and do good.. Was just a kid then."

"But you know what happened..?" ++

Watchful of the boy, Jenny could only feign a sigh in her sorrow, turning herself from him as though to hide away the shame.

"Who am I? I've think I've asked myself that very question hundreds if times and I still can't decide how to answer it. But these days, I suppose I've gone by — Jenny." ++

She'd mutter softly to the robin, jabbing a thumb in his direction.

"Something's not right in the head with that one. Eh, love?"

The robin would delight itself from his gentle touch, in turn singing a song of approval while it remained perched on that of Jenny's own shoulder.

The woman shook her head, brushing the bird's feathers back into place, being sure she remained in prime shape.

"Few screws loose.." ++

A playful tilt of her head, her smile etched across her lips but it never did reach her eyes.

"Sweet boy.."

"He sends you out to fight against danger all the time, letting you get wrapped up in it. Ol' Batman."

"But he's the danger, y'know?"

"Dangerous?" She cooed between the heavy downpour of rain, the black around her eyes smearing to something seemingly more — sinister, & yet her voice & tone came across as anything but.

"This? Up here? You're a Robin afterall, what have you to worry about danger?" ++

—— ᯓ 𝐁★𝐑𝐓 𝐇. ★𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐍 ——

𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃

————𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘐𝘮𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘴𝘦————

Her gaze shifted from him towards the robin perched comfortably at her shoulder, raising a finger to gently stroke the feathers beneath her pet's beak.

"I've normally just called her love. Poor thing. Kicked from the nest by her no good kin."

Think so—? I know so. Your little hero friends are practically begging to keep him from coming my way.

I would say it shows an interest, don't you? That maybe you're not the one worth it.

Wretched morning.

You were already ugly to begin with, but jealousy is extra ugly on you.

You're old news, Red Hood. He's picked a different Robin.

Shooting me would only prove you had something to hide.

......

Yeah? He does, does he? You talk like you're so sure about that one. Is that a hint of jealousy??

Of course I know about abandonment issues and that's what makes him the perfect mark. I'm clever, I am.

Him? He'll take an invitation, I'll hardly have to do a thing.

I'm going to work his small, predictable mind. Then I'll lure him to me — and then I'll make my move.

Check. Mate.

You think I'm the crazy one? You know how easy it'd be to catch the attention of a guy with abandonment issues. They're the easiest to mold.

I'll kill the ugly ginger.

She's ready to detonate.

<— Planting explosives in Roy's home.

.....

What the 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 are you talking about?!

Eat my ass.

Can't decide which Robin I hate the most. They're all shit.

𝑭𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝑮𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒎'𝒔 𝒔𝒖𝒏𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ --- ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The Signal, Duke Thomas

Taking his hand, though remaining entirely skeptical — a breath left her lips in a softened sigh.

He was so optimistic, so cheerful in contrast to herself where she had become more cycnical with a harsher outlook.

It was — peculiar.

"Don't get your knickers in a twist, I'm coming."