round two! hello all!
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April 2013 - Letter Two
Dear Mom & Dad,
You guys won't believe everything going on! The last couple of months have been life changing. Well okay I've had plenty of life changing moments but like, this is incredible. I'm starting to really get a handle on this whole teenager thing. Crime fighting, school, social life, family; it was puzzle to piece together but I'm a problem solver so figuring it all out was the only option.
I've got so much of that puzzle to tell you guys that I'm going to start with some of the best news I've had in years.
Remember Zatanna? The magician girl I told you guys about last time? Now we're...dating. It's kind of weird to think that but the good kind of weird. I don't want to sound like a total loser but I'm so grateful to have her in my life. She's absolutely perfect for me, it's surreal.
She knows everything about me. From my favorite color to who I really am. Of course it took plenty of fighting with Bruce but once he gave me the clear I told her everything. She knows about the circus, you guys and Aunt Karla and John and Uncle Richard's condition...I was terrified she'd start to treat me different once she learned the truth but she wasn't judgemental at all. She didn't just pity me and she doesn't see me as any less of a person because of it. That's probably the most comforting think about it all. I had this fear that she'd start to treat me like I was broken or fragile for losing you guys. She has a heart of gold, you know? It's so rare to find something so precious inside of anybody these days. I think it's because of all the loss she's had in her life. She wouldn't want people to treat her any different. I appreciate her so much and sometimes I'm pretty sure I don't deserve her.
I took some time to go visit your graves with Bruce.
It's been eight years. That's half of my age...god that's crazy. We went on April 1st. Jack was there too, and it was great to see him. He checks in with me every so often, unaware of how I spend my free time. It's better that way. The more people who know what I do, the more at risk those I love are. Bruce and Jack both left me for a while to talk to you out loud. I actually read you guys my letters from the last few times I wrote to you. Sometimes there's this feeling that the two of you are sitting right there with me, with Aunt Karla and John. Speaking of them, I actually reached out to Uncle Richard again, but not one for reconnecting. He barely wanted to see me last month. It felt so strange to not be around him for most of the month and I used to not really understand but with age comes maturity I've learned. It all comes together with understanding and now I understand that he's not who he once was and hey, neither am I. Tragedy changes everyone in some way or another.
Nevertheless my day spent in the cemetery was one that was necessary. It was a day where I spent at least an hour talking to tombstones and wiping my eyes so much I went through a box and a half of tissues.
From that day forward the only consistently good thing about any day is Zatanna. God that girl brings a smile to my face even at my worst. She's okay when I need my space but still checks in every few hours. She made me dinner, she rented our favorite movie, and she even keeps Bruce out of my hair.
Bruce...man, him and I are starting to go south. We were so close, like we could read each other's minds in the field and at home. He was the best dad but now that I'm getting older I don't know...I know he's my adopted dad, my guardian, blah blah blah and all that jazz, but sometimes he really oversteps a line I thought we established on day one. It's starting to make us argue with each other more. He constantly tells me that I need to improve this and that and when I explain why something is the way it is I'm scolded for "talking back". Okay yeah I have a mouth on me and I'm not afraid of authority and yeah that's causing a problem but so is he not treating me like my age. When I'm Robin he just barely treats me as an equal and when I'm Dick I'm treated like a child. Sometimes I'm almost positive he doesn't know how to actually parent. I don't know how much more of it I'll be able to tolerate...but I'll try my best!
I'm sorry this letter was so all over the place. Who knew a teenage boy had so many emotions? I sure as hell didn't.
With love,
Your Dickie