So, Viola's boyfriend decided to call it quits, huh? Good riddance, if you ask me. That guy never deserved her in the first place. And now she's in one of her moods where she refuses to talk to anyone. Typical Viola. But then Arsenal told me something interesting. Apparently, Nightwing gave her a hug, and suddenly she's opening back up to everyone.
I have to admit, I feel a twinge of jealousy. Why couldn't I be the one to help Viola through this rough patch? I mean, I know I'm not the touchy-feely type, but I care about her more than anyone else. Maybe I should have swallowed my pride and offered her a shoulder to cry on. But no, I had to go and act all tough and distant.
I guess that's just who I am. Always putting up walls, pretending like I don't need anyone. But deep down, I know that's not true. I need Viola. She's like a sister to me, the only family I have left. And seeing her hurt like this breaks my heart.
I'll have to make it up to her somehow. Maybe I'll take her out for a night of rooftop patrolling, just like old times. Or maybe I'll finally open up to her about my own struggles. Yeah, that sounds like a plan.
But for now, I'll just have to watch from the sidelines as Nightwing swoops in and saves the day. I can't help but feel a pang of envy towards him. But hey, at least Viola is smiling again. And that's all that really matters.
I'll always be here for her, even if I have a funny way of showing it. She's my rock, my anchor in this crazy world. And I'll be damned if I let anyone else take that away from me.
So, Nightwing, watch your back. Crow Robinson is coming for you.