Okay, I understand this better now.
I'm extremely jealous of Tim Drake.
I'm sorry to any Tim Drake out there but I'm really jealous of you, in every single WAY.
Having npd + bpd doesn't help either... But like, I died and you became Robin. You became Batman's sidekick and gained his love. You're part of the family, you had a girlfriend, you have a boyfriend, you have amazing friends, best friends, a team, the “batfamily”, you have fans, everyone loves you, and I don't have that. I didn't had that. “Oh, but you have fans!” Yeah, now I do. Now that I died and then ressurected, bunch of people started to like me out of nowhere. Specially since the Red Hood is so “hot”...
“Oh, Jason Todd is so pretty!”
“Omg, him tiny is so cute!” Where were these comments when that fucking pool was made? There wasn't any. NO ONE. Everyone just decided to kill me.
I never felt really in home, sometimes it looked like I was just some random kid that Bruce decided to adopt because it was a noble act. Dick Grayson was an amazing brother and I still feel like I didn't deserved him or that his acts weren't all that... I feel like Bruce doesn't even care about me anymore. I know that your life isn't perfect either, you had problems, you have problems, everyone does... But that "voice" inside my head can not stop the thought of being betrayed by those who I trusted sm. And it hurts. Hurts a lot. I will never have the chance to ask Bruce if he is proud of me the same way he is of the others, if I'm his son, if he loves me, if he miss me or anything like that.
I wish I had never became Robin.
And I wish I had never met Bruce Wayne.
— Robin Jason #🦇⭐
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