I don't own Robin(if i did, Kon never would have died...but Spoiler would have)
I MISS YOU.
A simple sentence written on a paper that was torn up and thrown away.
Why was he even listening? "It's not smart to listen to something told to you by a child on a street." But her voice and her eyes. They compelled him to do it. But...to write a letter, to all the people he loved who had died, was to morbid. It felt creepy and strange. Technically the girl didn't tell him out right to do that exactly, but he had no other idea how to tell dead people how he felt. Even though the letter wasn't really working. He grabbed onto handfuls of his black hair and pulled. Why am I doing this?!"
"Mr. Robin..." the young girl said timidly.
"Yes?" he said turning towards her. The poor girl had been through a lot today, and he was almost expecting to see her out on the streets in a few years as a vigilante.
"Before you go, will you play a quick game with me?"
"Sure."
The girl's cootie catcher was strange and the message he was given was:
Let them know how you feel.
Of course his mother and father had been easy. And so was Bart's. It was emotionally nerve wracking, but all three letters were written and then burned, as a strange way to send them to his deceased loved ones. But Kon's letter was just to difficult. He sighed and then his stomach growled. " I guess I should eat something." he said as he made his way downstairs.
He was oblivious, like most of the living, to the spirit that had now entered his home. But if he would have known who it was, he may have right away given up writing the letter, and simply said it all out loud, but poor Tim could feel Kon's presence in his house.