The Pretty One
Dear Batman,
It’s not like I’m jealous or anything.
I really don’t care.
Honestly, it doesn’t concern me at all.
I’m not insecure.
I know you love me.
But if you’re going to spend all day
thinking about that damn Joker
you sure as hell
better spend the rest of your time
telling me I’m prettier.
Love,
Robin
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