Racist jokes? I'm fine with them. Nerd jokes? I love them. Yo Mama jokes? I worship the ground they walk on. But when you go and crack a sexist joke, I'm siccing Bailey on yo' ass, you stupid man whore! I don't know how your 'friends' can stand your sexist jokes, but I can't. You're no worse then CJ and Josh when you go dissing girls in a classroom with a female teacher and a class with the majority being female… Man up and LEARN YOUR PLACE!

GAH! How hard is it to go one day through social studies without wanting to kill Landon? AH! He's a sexist, racist and stupid asshole! Agh! Oh well… a story to update I guess…

Robin sat up to crack his back, wincing at the uncomfortableness that he felt when he attempted to. He hugged an arm around his stomach, his hands clutching hard at the fabric of the hospital gown.

"What do you think so far?" Wally asked his friend weakly, cracking his wrists.

Robin didn't answer at first. He just hunched over, his nails digging deep into his palm even through the tough fabric.

"I think…" he began, taking a deep breath, "that I want to read now."

Wally raised an eyebrow.

"Any particular reason?" he inquired, handing the manuscript over.

Robin weakly reached for it and immediately threw it beneath his pillow, adjusting the pillow so it looked just as it did before. Wally had a look of utter confusion on his lips, but it was stopped when he heard the door to the room open and a man walked in, his eyes averted. He swiftly walked to Robin, his black hair a complete mess for the first time in a while. His eyes looked red and he looked exhausted. He pulled a chair over to Robin's bed, but he didn't sit in it. Instead, he enveloped Robin in a huge hug, burying his face gently on Robin's shoulder.

Wally couldn't help but notice that Robin slightly tensed up at the affection, but he returned the hug gently. Wally didn't have long to think on it though, for his own father and mother dashed through the door and quickly made their way to his side, hugging him tightly. He winced at first, but he weakly wrapped his arms around his parents too.

How did Robin hear them all coming? Wally couldn't help but wonder.

His mind wasn't just on that though. As he felt his mother's tears fall hot on his face, he wondered where Robin's mom was. That had to have been his father that had walked through the door, distraught and upset, for they looked so much alike, but there had been no female. Maybe she was dead? Wally shrugged the thoughts off.

"Mom… Dad… I need… air," Wally said gently, exaggerating fake choking noises.

Soft smiles on their faces, they released him. Wally's mom wiped furiously at her eyes.

"W-Wally… I was so… I was so scared…" she choked out.

"When your Uncle Barry called us and said you were in the hospital…" his dad let his voice trail.

"I'm okay Mom and Dad. I'm a rough and tough super hero. It takes more then a couple bullets to kill me," Wally assured them. "And don't forget, I had Rob's help too. If he wasn't there… well, that wouldn't be good."

His parents' heads turned on instinct to look over the seemingly ebony haired boy who was talking in hushed tone with a man that had to be his father. The man had Robin's small hand inside his own large one gently, glancing back at every once in a while swiftly just to make sure that he hadn't lost the little boy.

"Where's his mother?" Wally's mother asked in a voice barely above a whisper.

Wally shrugged. "I don't know. Robin hides behind himself…"

Robin heard every word. Truth was, he had been listening intently, as if wondering if that was what it would've been like if his parents were still there with their warm and caring arms tight around him, crying for him for once. Bruce noticed his little boy's upset eyes and held his hand tighter, worry attempting to consume him.

"Richard…" he said gently, his voice laced with as much as comfort as it could muster at the moment.

The blue eyed boy sighed softly, blinking tears away.

"I know," he muttered. "'The past is the past and you can't bring it back'."

Bruce swallowed hard.

"I wasn't going to say that," he told Richard.

Richard nodded. "I know what you were going to say, but I don't want meaningless apologies… What good will it do me?"

Bruce tousled Richard's hair softly, messing it up just to bother the boy. The once brunette of many long, hard years ago didn't even attempt to fix it.

"It might not help you," Bruce sighed in defeat, "but it helps me."

Robin fell silent and closed his eyes, slowly his breathing dramatically. He bit down hard on his lower lip to keep it still.

"I should've been there to stop you both… this is my fault… I should've known that you could handle yourself and that you didn't need to go back to Mount Justice for your own safety. I underestimated you and because of that, you and Kid Flash had to pay a price that cannot be refunded."

"Stop," Robin mouthed gently, closing his eyes tighter.

Bruce didn't notice though.

"Alfred was fine, so I should've just let you come home and train or something… This was all of my fault…"

A single tear slid from Robin's eyes, staining his pale skin softly.

"I shouldn't have hidden my stuff from you. If I hadn't…" his voice broke gently and another tear joined the first.

Bruce could practically hear his own heart shatter in his ears.

"Robin, you had no way of knowing. You just wanted to get home and he followed you."

Robin shook his head, attempting to wipe away more tears as he felt his chin tremble, sobs bubbling up inside of him. He fought them off for as long as he could.

"I crashed… it's my fault. W-W-Wally stopped to… see if I was… okay… He t-tried to take m-me here," Robin broke down, trying to make his gentle soft sobs as silent as he could.

Guilt fought with the anger he felt and only upset him further. This was all his fault. If he hadn't tripped, if he hadn't crashed, if Wally hadn't worried, then only he would be here, suffering from nothing worse then huge bloody cuts that ran up his entire right side that needed 150+ stitches, a concussion and a broken leg, not to mention three fractured ribs. Now, he was in there with all of that plus two bullet wounds in his stomach, four broken ribs, a dislocated shoulder which they had managed to get back into socket easily thanks to his double-jointedness, and a severely bruised pelvis.

Wally had been lucky enough to suffer only a bullet wound to his stomach and a broken ankle. He hadn't cut his leg on a rock and got sand in it to get back something he shouldn't have had anyway; he hadn't done a 720 on the open highway and crashed into a tree after being sent spiraling through heavy pavement and down a rocky hill; he hadn't stood in front of a gun man in an attempt to protect his unconscious best friend. No, he had just tried to be the good guy.

Robin reached up again to furiously wipe at his eyes, but he failed to hide the tears from his red haired best friend.

"G-Give my best t-to Alfred," Robin whispered.

"I'll ask him to make up his best thing of jasmine tea," Bruce said back, releasing Robin's hand.

Robin nodded shakily. Bruce stood up and pulled his phone from his pocket.

"I'll be back," he dismissed himself, exiting the room.

Richard watched him leave before settling deep into the pillow, his eyes feeling heavy again. He closed his eyes tightly.

Last I saw… we went off after the men who took my precious belonging… I wonder if I'll get it back? If they purpose of the whole story is to just get that rock back, it's pretty weak on the author's part…I'll probably get it back and it'll lead into some anti-climatic thing that starts the story off and introduces us to the characters… how unamusing… I bet I'll be killed off… she tends to write stories where the main character either kills themselves or gets murdered… Or maybe I kill Wally? That'd be mean, but I wouldn't put it past her…

Or what if no one dies? That'd be awesome… and a first… even in her own story, her own character shoots herself because she can't handle finding out she's not a super powered serial killer, she's just a 12 year old little girl named Layla. I'd shoot myself too. FJ, a girl that kills people uniquely, is much more exciting then Layla, the little sister who was kidnapped… I hope I don't shoot myself because I'm not Robin… but wait- I'm not Robin… I'm Richard… Oh, the confusion…

Richard lulled himself to sleep, thinking hard on what possibly might happen next in the story. He dreamt briefly of gummibears attacking him at the circus, a recurring dream he often had, but it offered him no help, only suggesting to Bruce that he wasn't needed any longer. The ward of Robin slowly left the hospital, his heart heavy in his chest, exhaling a shuddery sigh. Wally stayed up, talking to his parents, until he convinced them that he was okay and that he didn't need to be body guarded. When they finally left, he turned his head to the side, he watched the Boy Wonder as he slept, his blue eyes closed and faint tears falling still, even through sleep.

"Good night Rob," he muttered, closing his own eyes. "Sweet dreams."

Then the talkative red head finally dropped to an unconsciousness that could be counted as mid-sleep, not that it mattered. He was too tired to hear the story now anyway.

And this is just out of laziness to post on other stories… Some people wonder why I often say that Robin dyes his hair black. Well, in a lot of the older comics and fan art of when he was about eight or nine with his parents, he had brown hair, just like his parents, and I figure if Bruce dyed his hair black, it'd be a better disguise against the enemies, ya know? They'd be looking for a skinny brunette on his own, not a black haired ward to the great Bruce Wayne.

Well, I was going to put the next chapter of the story within the story, but I didn't want to out of laziness.

There's a she-wolfe in your closet. Let it out so it can breathe~

-FJ