It was all his fault.

The team would try to cheer him up, would try to comfort him, would try to get him to smile again.

But they couldn't. Because it was all his fault.

His laugh no longer echoed through the halls, he always came back from fights with more bruises, he was always sitting quietly in a corner staring at nothing.

Because it was all his fault.

He would watch it every night in his dreams like a movie. He could hear the last breaths he took, see his eyes slowly drain of life, see the smile fade from his face.

Because it was all his fault. His best friend died because of him.

They'd been out for an hour. It only took an hour for Robin to kill his best friend. They had been patrolling together in Gotham when they had come across a bank robbery. Simple enough, right?

They'd gone in and taken care of things with style, as usual with Kid Flash around. But they hadn't seen the masked man with the gun.

Robin had turned to joke with Wally when…

Bang.

He'd seen his best friends eyes widen, heard his breath hitch, watched as realization dawned on his face before he crumpled, clutching his chest, red swelling through the small hole the bullet had made.

All thought stopped in Robin's mind. He relied on instant reaction, his movements jerky but brutal as he took down the man with the gun, punching too hard, the smile that was usually on his face wiped clean, replaced with a cold frown.

The gun clattered to the floor, the masked man went down, and his best friend still hadn't gotten up.

Robin might have made a desperate sound, but he couldn't remember. His vision had gotten blurry then, as he moved towards Kid Flash, and knelt down beside him.

Wally smiled up at him, opened his mouth, closed it, and then he faded.

His light green eyes went dark. His smile disappeared. He was lifeless.

Robin felt something wet trickle down his cheek and wiped at it furiously, teeth gritted.

He'd watched his best friend die. He hadn't waited to save him. He'd gone after the bad guy, and that had caused his best friend to die.

It was all his fault.

Robin let out a yell, his fist swinging around and connecting with the wall beside him, leaving his fist red and a crack in the wall. He fumbled with his mask, pulling it off, throwing it to the ground.

His blue eyes closed, tears falling silently down his face, huddled in the corner of the room, nothing but his guilt to keep him company.

It was all his fault.

A door opened, and closed, but Dick didn't look up, refused to show that he was crying. Not even when strong arms encircled him and pulled him into a chest with a bat on the front, a warm comfort Dick didn't feel he deserved.

"It's not your fault." Bruce Wayne spoke through Batman's lips, looking down on his adoptive son with worry. "It was never your fault."