I used parts from the song What hurts the most By Rascal Flatts.

i do Not wown that song or its rights.

i do Not own Young Justice...which sux balls.

I can take the rain on the roof of this empty house

That don't bother me

I can take a few tears now and then and just let 'em out

I'm not afraid to cry every once in a while even though

Goin' on with you gone still upsets me

Robin watched the rain plet down on the windows of the mansion. Right then and there he was alone. Alfred had gone off to run errand and Bruce was at a meeting. He was completly and utterly alone. He could go to the cave. See his friends, his team. But as lightning danced across the sky, he decided against it. He didn't want to put up with Wally's sarcastic jokes, or Artey's snippy comments. He didn't want to watch Conner punch through the walls, or smell burning cookies. He didn't want Kal hovering, asking what was wrong.

There are days every now and again I pretend I'm okay

But that's not what gets me

What hurts the most

Was being so close

And havin' so much to say

Thunder rumbled above him, growling its rage in a frightening glory. The sky darkened, as did the house. It was becoming chilly, the storm's hate was bringing a different fear into his mind. What if he were to lose Al or Bruce? Or Wally and Kal? Megs of Conner? Hell, even Artey?

It's hard to deal with the pain of losin' you everywhere I go

But I'm doin' it

It's hard to force that smile when I see our old friends and I'm alone

Still harder gettin' up, gettin' dressed, livin' with this regret

He couldn't stop the scream he heard nearly eight years ago. The one that had his name etched in terror as the two people he loved most in the world were as they falling to their instant deaths.

What hurts the most Is being so close

And havin' so much to say (Much to say)

And never knowin'

What could've been

He turned on his heel, as his thoughts turned darker. What if he had jumped forward and caught his mother's hand? What if he, somehow, had the strength to pull her and his dad up? Or if he had gone down with them? Would Batman have a sidekick? Would there have been a team of younger superheros? Would his parents and him have moved out of the circus life? Taken him to a real school and a steady home? Or have used a net in the next show?

What hurts the most

Was being so close

And havin' so much to say (To say)

And never knowin'

What could've been

Never knowing what could have been. Tears burned his eyes and his thraot was suddenly dry. Alfred was pulling up the driveway. All the lights were still off in the house. Backing away into the shadows, he wrote a note and left for the telephone booth. His room there was sound-proof. And if he locked it, saying he had work, no one would question him. He needed to be alone.

As if he would ever be whole again.