240: People Who Scare Me
Believe it or not, there are people who scare me. I know I do a good job of acting like nothing and nobody can freak me out, but that’s just not true. Some people do scare me.
The man who’s been running around claiming to be my father scares me. That man was nothing like the man I knew. He talked about being a family again, but he treated me like a pawn, and discarded me as such. I’ve lived in fear of him ever since, fear that he’s going to come back for me, and try to screw me up again. I’m screwed up enough as it is, but he’d make me even worse, if he had the chance.
Somebody else who scares me is Wonder Girl. I can’t even call her “Wonder Priss” anymore. It’s like there’s this void somewhere inside her soul, and she keeps trying to fill it with something, anything. Kind of like me, only way more powerful than me. And that’s . . . that’s scary.
Then there are the Robins. As much as I’d like to . . . they all scare me, in their own ways. Jason scares me because of how much alike we are, the black sheep of our families, nobody quite trusts us or even wants us around . . . Tim scares me because he’s got so much bottled up inside, he keeps himself on so tight a leash I wonder if it’s going to snap one day. And Dick? He scares me because of how bright he is; I feel like Icarus flying too close to the sun when I’m near him.
Scary, scary, scary people.