Memories of a passionate night. They play on her mind.

Multiple times, yes—

Was that too much information? Probably.

Obviously.

She leaves the tower for two minutes and already everyone’s gone to shit–.

Well, she’s back now, to fix all of this.

More like pure chaos in this world.

It is good, to narrow her focus. She can make more of a difference that way.

“I can’t win— I’m either with a therapist, who won’t shut up about feelings, Or with Dick, who won’t say a single word about how he’s feeling.”

Fuck a toast, they deserve a full three-course meal dedicated to themselves. Preferably one who’s emotionally available, and not a damn psychiatrist.

“Why is this dumpster fire talking to me—?”

“I went on a little bender. It’s not like I’ve got a damn drinking problem.”

But the emotionally closed off ones are so boring—. There’s no passion, or fire. Preferably passion that lasts longer than five seconds.

Then why go to jail, smh

“You chose to break up with Dawn.”

She’s tending to her garden. Yes. She set up an indoor garden within the tower. Don’t ask.

If he’s offering, she’s sure she could find something for the other to do. There are a lot of plants to tend to, after all.

The Titans are all virgins, herself included.

...... a stork brought her.

Dick and Donna don’t use guns— if anything, Donna would’ve lassoed it down while Dick electrocuted it—.