"Dear Dr. Rodriguez, I find myself writing to you again, but there is no emergency, so please do not worry. It is only that the situation I mentioned to you before has been getting worse. I merely hope this is not a groundless concern—that my worries have some basis, at least. Right?
Yesterday, Dick came back, but only to collect his textbooks. Alfred had heard that he was still attending school in your universe, so he arranged a tutor for him. To my surprise, his grades were quite good. He even knows French and ballet.
I once considered having Dick study dance or gymnastics. He was exceptionally gifted in that regard, but in the end, I never brought it up. I suppose that counts as a regret.
Dick left soon after collecting his things. I can understand him. I imagine I must differ greatly from the Batman of your universe. Damian, who came back with him, looked at me several times. I am certain there was a certain longing in his eyes, but I do not know what he was longing for.
Or perhaps I simply do not want to admit it.
He said nothing, and neither did I. The two of them left quickly. Jason, who was supposed to return to the manor on Thursday night to get some repair tools, did not come back either. He said Barbara was using his computer for something, and little Jason was helping her.
They seemed to suddenly have things of their own to do, yet it worried me. I feel this emotion should not exist. It is strange, because I used to hope they could have independent lives of their own.
But now that it has truly happened, I am not as happy as I imagined I would be. I have