Nothing reached Violet, who sat at the edge of a raised edge of the roof top. Her apartment was at the top level of the building so it was easy enough to climb from her living room balcony to the roof deck above. It was a beautiful night where the moon sat high in the sky, tinged a dusty orange. Even with the thundering cacophony of cars and pedestrians below or the blinding lights of buildings, the moon still held Violet's attention in a mesmerizing way. It seemed as though the light and noise wouldn't dare rise above the top level of the towering skyscrapers around her.
It was a pleasant change from the everyday routine that never changed. It was always school, study, work, bed; then those beautifully rare moments when she could find sanctuary in Richard's embrace. He was the one who showed her that her life belonged to her and she could be what she wanted. not what her parents thought she should be.
"Your not good, don't try and pretend otherwise Violet. Even your name is an example of what you are."
Violet didn't let the voice disturb her, she let out a sigh. "No, your wrong. I'm not like that, a little teenage trouble doesn't define me. I've changed'" She said this calmly.
"Your wrong, you haven't changed. Not on the inside." The voice spoke smoothly but gave her shivers and raised bumps on her skin all the same.
"I've changed." It was all Violet could say but it didn't sound as convincing the second time, none the less she would keep saying it until she was sure it was true.
"Violet you are tainted, you can never be pure." It was a whisper but the words themselves seem to scream at her.
"No!" Violet jerked her head to the shadows where she thought the voice was.
"Who are you talking to?" A figure emerged from the shadows. Tall, lean, and built, dressed in black with a blue robin spanning his chest.
"Richard. I-I, no one. I wasn't talking to anyone." Violet exhaled and tried to calm her racing heart. "I'm by myself."
"You shouldn't call me that when I'm dressed like this; you know better." He chastised her like always. "Was it the voices again?" His face though covered by a mask held clear concern for her.
"Just one voice. It doesn't happen as much as it used to either, just sometimes." She felt ill at ease talking about what went on in her head, she knew that the voices weren't real they were a left over fragment from the fear gas her father used on her so many times as a young girl. She was immune to the gas itself but not every test went easily. It wasn't even the gas that had the biggest effect on her psyche but her father's words and methods that broke down the walls of her childhood mind, putting them back together like humpty dumpty glued and missing parts.
"I'm here you know? You don't have to do this all by yourself anymore. That's ones of the perks of having a boyfriend." Robin perched down next to her on the edge of the building and she layed her head on his shoulder.
"I don't think your supposed to call me your girlfriend when dressed like that Robin." She poked his side playfully, making a point that even he slips up sometimes when they are alone.
"We're alone so it's not a big deal, but we should stay in habbit. You know i'm not Robin anymore, there's a NEW Robin; Jason."
"I know, but to me you'll always be my robin, Nightwing." She met him when he was Robin and that is how she would always know him. The boy you tried to save her life in a battle and then did save her from herself.
"Tonight's a slow night and I wish we can stay like this all night but you know I will have to leave soon." He put his arm around her shoulders giving her the comfort she wanted. "For now we have this moment." They stayed like that in silence until he had to leave then Violet layed down in the space the his body had occupied, staring out into the night.
Dawn was approaching and with it the voices faded leaving a hollow feeling of peace. It was a bit like leaving a crowded room to be by one's self. Violet watched the sun turn the clouds from a smokey grey to a purple, pink mosaic; blending together like water paints and slowly bleeding away any left over darkness and bringing a fresh start to the day. It was Monday; Violet should have been in bed a long time ago but it couldn't be helped and she would soon have to get down from the ledge to get ready for school. Only a few more moments; the last perfect moments of the day when nothing had yet to happen to tarnish it.
She gave one nod toward the sun then stood up and jumped down onto her balcony below.
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