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The rain in Gotham always seemed to visit at the worst of times. It was like it was connected to the hearts of its citizens and poured every time someone's heart ached. A heart like Tim's. He sat on the ledge of an office building, watching couples hand in hand walk down the street, watching families laugh and enjoy the evening. His family had just been ripped from him, his mantle was ripped from him.
Tim's Robin suit was soaked, hair sticking to his face hiding all features that his mask missed. The bright yellow of the 'R' on his suit standing out against the now dark red suit. Eyes fixed on the symbol that once belonged to him, he has had enough. He grabbed the symbol pulling it forward away from his skin and dug a small knife he kept handy into the material giving his hand some leverage into ripping it off. A hole now proudly stood where his symbol once did. Taking one last look at something that used to mean so much to him he carelessly threw it off the building to lay in the street below, what happened to it now, he didn't care.
The faint 'click clack' of heels on cement emitted from behind him, not a sound he recognized. Good, the last thing he wanted was to see someone who was close to him.
"Well, I have found a little kitten all on his own" a voice purred. Catwoman.
Tim remained still in his huddled position, hugging his knees, back against a decoration, not acknowledging her presence.
"A rather sad looking kitten, are you okay?"
Tim shuffled a little bit, resting his head back against what he was using as a back board and let out a sigh. He did not feel like talking about it.
"Robin?"
Hearing his old title ripped through him, causing him to flinch.
"I'm not Robin. Not anymore"
This caught Selina's attention hearing the ache in his voice. She sat cross legged next to him, feeling how cold he was. He must have been here for at least a few hours.
"Did Bat's fire you?"
"I would have preferred that."
".... replaced you?"
How Selina came to that conclusion so fast he had no idea... hearing someone else say it ripped what was left of his heart into pieces. He tensed, holding back his emotions.
"That little punk is not even fit to wear the Robin title."
Selina made note of the distress and anger in his voice, what happened was still raw. A pain she knew all about.
"I know how you feel"
This caught Tim's attention, turning his head a tiny fraction to show he was interested.
Selina smiled and gave a chuckle, "For a long time there Bruce and I were playing 'Cat and Mouse' so to speak. As you probably know we were together for a little while there. Then without warning, I was cast aside. Deemed 'less important' and what we had needed to cease immediately, all in his own words.
Tim's attention was solely on Selina as she spoke, she was being genuine, kind.
"It's a type of hurt that lingers, one that hurts right here" She said as she placed a clawed index finger to the now hole in his suit where his heart would be.
A thunder cracked over head scaring the hell out of Selina making her cling to Tim's shoulder like, well... a cat?
"This storm is getting worst, let's go home"
"..... What?"
"I never leave a Stray kitten out in the dark, come on, you're coming home with me"