I got so, freaking, bored.

Then I watched 'Homefront' :D

ENJOY, FOOLS.

Disclaimer: Eu am nimic, cretini. Nu frecaţi-l în D: (I JUST SPOKE ROMANIAN TO YOU FOOLS. I AM SUPERIORRRRRRRRR! XD)

Kay.

…

His teammates just don't get it.

There, he said it.

No, he's not implying he's better than them (Although he is in many, many ways); no, he's not saying their idiots.

They're just uită; oblivious.

They –and other heroes- seem to strive for fearlessness and courage, but when their powers are taken away, their weapons, they're scared and weak. Because unlike him, they've never thought far enough to plan a back-up plan. They've never focused on their weaknesses and enhanced them so they don't affect or hurt them as much, because they're so sure of themselves, they don't seem to get that's they'll always be someone better than them.

Always.

…

Fearless doesn't mean being devoid of fear. It means being afraid, but still finding the strength to pull through in the end and make a miraculous entrance. Because that's what a Bat does.

Suck it up (Over time), and get over it (with the occasional moment of breaking down). You've got work to do. (But you do set aside one day every month to go to the cemetery)

…

They don't understand things the way Robin does. Because he knows what death is like; he's felt the feeling of someone you care about, love, die. He knows the true definition, the feeling you get where you can't even think about living life, because it just hurts to get out of bed. He knows how it feels to be hurt, not physically, but mentally, gaining scars that will never go away. Not completely.

He knows what it's like to have demons. He sees his everyday.

Every.

Freaking.

DAY.

His demons, they're everywhere, never leaving, always nipping at his feet, watching from the shadows, waiting for just the right moment to STRIKE OUT and surround him and whisper in his ear and fill his head with anger and loss and despair and make it so that life isn't worth it and to give up and just surrender so he can finally just go to SLEEP-

'SHUT. UP. ALL OF YOU, SHUT UP!'

The argument in the mental link M'Gann set up stops immediately, and the rest of the team turn to face their youngest, who has his back to them. Robin's hands are in fists, but they're shaking. He takes a moment to compose himself, take a breath, before whirling around to face the others, his cape adding to the dramatic effect he has on the room right now.

"Look-" His voice is hard, but right now, Robin doesn't really give a crap. "Don't you guys get it? Don't you have any idea what being a hero is about?"
Immediately, his teammates –who can honestly all go die in a hole right now- open up their mouths to protest this stinging comment, but Robin plows right along.

"We're heroes, I get that. You guys get that. But what you don't understand," The whites of Robin's mask narrow and there's a collective flinch. "Is that we're all part of a bigger thing. We make choices that'll affect younger generations of heroes in the long run. So we can't act like ostriches and stick our head in the dirt when our mentors need us."
It's true. His or her counter-parts in the Injustice League had kidnapped the Justice League, every single member. Gone, in a mission, one after another, like dominoes.

Falling, falling, falling, just like a certain group of acrobats that a certain bird is- was related to-

'Stop.' Now's not the time to remember his past. It just brings up more bad memories. And demons. (Many, many demons.)

Young Justice were the only superhero team in the world right now. They had to keep it together. So the world would be safe, and so maybe Robin would still have some sort of family still in existence.

Robin continued. "So what if we die tonight? I'd rather have died trying then died a coward. And we all have someone captured that we care about-" Conner snorted, but Robin ignored him. "And so, for the love of God, let's get off our lazy butts and DO SOMETHING for a change!"

Shame, everyone's glaring at him when he pretty much made one hell of a speech. Tough crowd.

Artemis breaks the silence. "How can you be so calm?" She cries, and throws her bow at the ground by Robin's feet. He looks down at it as she continues. "It's like you're a robot or something! And you're only human! What the heck can we do against a bung of friggen' super villains?"

The others pitch in their two-cents.

"The odds are not in our favor, my friend."

'I am sorry' (You're supposed to be leader, Kaldur.)
"They beat Superman. What can I- we, do?"

'I'm afraid.' (Well, get 'fraid!)

"Dude, my Uncle Flash- they caught him. We don't stand a chance."

'I-I can't do this. Not anymore.' (Bye)
"Robin…"

'I don't know what to do.' (Well, sucks to be you.)

One by one, each of Robin's teammates throw something to the ground at the numb Boy Wonder's feet, joining Artemis' bow- Part of a cape, some Water Bearers, a cowl, a red 'S' emblem torn from a shirt...

For a moment, Robin stares at the small pile of objects saying nothing as his world starts to crumble apart around him. 'Bruce… tati; the Justice League; my friends…'

He wants to give up, now. He's alone, even after all these promises of people staying with him, he's alone.
Robin wishes he was back with his parents, in their warm circus trailer again. Just the three of them; a family.

'No one…'

He glances back down at the pile, at the people the pile represents. He wants to say so, so much. Scream at them, beg, plead, maybe not even in English, but he can't. His throat is too clogged up.

He's alone.

He chokes out one last sentence though, because he has to tell them before he dies, because now he knows he's on a suicide mission. But it's for the last bit of his life, the one thing he has to hold onto: Super-heroing.

Three words is all he says. Barely a sentence, actually.

"You're. Not. Heroes." His voice comes out stronger than he expected, conveying the right amount of Batman into it, before he turns and stalks away. (Batman. Oh God, the thought of his father hurts so much which makes Robin know he's got to save him, or at least see him again so he can say thanks before they both die.)

He has a father and adopted family to save. So what if he dies trying?

Crime took away his innocence five years ago at the circus, so it's fitting it'll take his life now. The one soul it had lucked out on, the one it had missed.

Stalking past his friends, Robin ignores the looks on their faces: Shame, shock, anger, no difference. He never falters, just moving towards the doorway. Sure, on the inside he wants to cry and break down, but now is not the time. He's got some people to save

Plus, he's always wanted to kick Ra's Al Ghul in the crotch.

…

Uh, slight attempt at humor on my part? 8? KAY THEN :D
But… um… angst. NOM NOM NOM. So yummy, it's a party in my tummy! God, I'm so tired…

I'm so going to revisit this story later XD

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~OHA