Jon's Apartment
02:04a.m.

{Jonathan}

Shit... I thought nights like this would never return after my hospital days... but I guess I was wrong.
           I've been tossing and turning for the past four hours and unable to go to sleep. The worst part is there's school tomorrow.
          Let's face it... until Damian's back, human form, and I know that he's safe, my hopes in getting some rest are way far.
          I toss the blanket aside and rose up. Automatically, I reach for my phone on the bedside table and unlock it.
          "2A.M." I said, staring at the digital timing on the notification board.
          My phone is --- as what others would call it --- innocent. There aren't many apps in here to keep me entertained. There's only Instagram, YouTube, Spotify, and the Daily Planet News app. I didn't felt like using any of the apps so instead, I opened Spotify and play a song titled Run to You by Lea Michele.
          Sad songs... in a way, it's sort of toxic when you're trying to be more positive and happy. But sometimes, you just need to listen to them because it gives you the comfort knowing that you're not alone and that there are others who are experiencing those lyrics.
         Sure you'll cry and ruin your goal in archiving a positive lifestyle... but on the bright side, you let it all out and by doing that, it makes you feel slightly better.
          Well, that's what I believe because it works for me. But of course, everyone has their own ways which works for them.
          "When you're happy, you enjoy the music, but when you're sad, you understand the lyrics." Quoted by the one and only, Frank Ocean.

          I kept the phone aside and sat up, leaning against the bed frame and gaze out of the window, staring at the bright full moon.

3:08a.m.

          As expected, I'm still wide awake, unable to go to bed. Many sad songs had played and still is. But I'm still unable to close my eyes and doze off.
          I rub my face frustratingly and cross my arms. When I open my eyes, I noticed a figure floating outside my window which made me panic.
          But it was a false alarm because it didn't take me long to notice that it was my dad... who apparently is still in his Superman uniform. I guess he had just finish today's League business.
          "Buddy?" My dad flew in through the window. "Why are you up at this hour?"
          He landed next to the bed and sat next to me.
          "I couldn't sleep." I said.
          He sighs in concern. "You're missing him... aren't you." He gently pushes my fringe to the side with his fingers.
          "A lot." I said. "Dad, I feel so... so... sad... and I don't know what to do about it."
          "I know bud... I know." He took my hand and gently squeeze it.
          "It's understandable how you feel since it's your first time experiencing a true heartbreak." He said, staring at my hand in his. "As a father, I never wish for my son to go through such feelings... but even I can't make every decision for them. Even if they're my kids."
          "What do you mean?" I ask.
          "I mean, you're growing up, Jon." He smiled sadly. "You're a teenager now. Time flew so fast. Your mother and I saw our little baby boy, growing into a teenager. Next? adulthood."
         "You're going to experience all sorts of feelings that going to either crush your spirit, or lift them." He said.
          "This is how life challenges us. It is either we win by accepting the challenge, or lose by giving up before we even try." He looks into my eyes. "The choice is ours."
          Even though its night and the room is dark, I can still see his sad eyes. Even if I can't, his voice makes it quite obvious.
          "Nevermind... I know whatever life throws at you, you'll catch it and make the best of it." He quickly put on a happy mask. "Now, try to get some sleep... you have school tomorrow."
          "Dad... can I skip school?" I ask. "I don't want to lie to you, I just can't focus at the moment."
          He took a while to respond. It made me wondered if my question sounded as if I'm taking advantage of his kindness... which I'm not.
          "I understand." He said. "Tell you what... you take your time to recover... and don't worry about Ms. Muckles, your mother and I will talk to your principle." He winked and smiled.
          "Thanks, pa." I smile back, feeling thankful he's got my back. "Hopefully, it won't take long."
          "I hope so too." He said, standing up. "I hate seeing you like this."
          "Ok, I'll see you during daylight, bud." He leans in kisses the side of my head and yawns. "I'm exhausted."
          "You too dad," I said as he walks out of the room.
          The weight over me had lifted just a slight... knowing that I won't have to go to school for a while. But even after dad left, my mood returns to how it was before he came.
          It is 4 in the morning... and the temperature had gotten colder. One's again, I lay my back against the bed frame and let my eyes roam around the room. It jump to the ceiling, the window, my backpack, the cupboard, my dirty laundry, and so on. And then, it landed on my phone that was next to me on the bedside table. I pick it up and unlock it, staring at the lock screen. A picture of me and Damian.

          Staring at this picture had brought tears to my eyes. I really miss him more than I thought.
          Though he was wearing his Robin mask in this picture, I can still see his emerald eyes. His beautiful eyes. What would I give to stare at his actual eyes right now.
          As I kept staring at the image, an idea came to mind. "I'm going to the Wayne Manor right now."