Currently obsessed with Batfam, but I'm a sucker for found families, snarky-but-fond character interactions, and good old fashioned hurt/comfort. || Link to my Ao3 ||
do you think gothamites from the crime alley/narrows etc. at least recalled the second robin tenderly? do you think they considered jay theirs? do you think they mourned him properly, even if only with small gestures, having only heard rumours about his demise? do you think someone who the second robin saved or comforted once cried after him? that a kid asked their mom: what now? what do we do without robin? or did it become another sad, cynical story about an alley kid meeting a tragic end?