Hey guys yet another Young Justice fan fiction. I hope you like it.

Disclaimer: I don't own young justice or its characters.

I realized this was a pretty short chapter so I'm going to add some more.

Batman walked into the bat-cave with a limp body in his arms.

I stared in shock as he set Jason's limp body on a table. "Bruce what happened?" I asked my hands shaking as I walked forward.

"He died Dick," Batman replied emotionless.

"He can't be dead you're lying." I ran up to Jason's side and grasped his hand, which was cold to the touch. "Come on bro wake up." I laughed hysterically.

"Joker killed him when he was done playing games with him." He said his face was as emotionless as a stone.

I dropped Jason's hand and ran upstairs to my room. 'This can't be happening, he can't be dead.' I thought as I slammed and locked my door. "How can he be gone?!"

I was on the verge of a mental breakdown. "Everyone I love is either dead or on the verge of dying. All I do is bring death with me where ever I go." I sat down on my bed, tears filling my eyes. I let them slide out of my eyes and down my cheeks, not caring if my sobs are heard or not.

"God you're one sick bastard!" I shouted into the air. "Why did you have to take him from me?" I collapsed in tears, sobs ravaging my body.

"Dick," Bruce said knocking softly on my door. "Can I come in please?"

"Go away," I said trying to keep my voice from cracking.

"Dick, I know you loved him." Bruce said as he sagged against my door. "I did as well. It's just I was too late to save him, and I will never forgive myself for it."

"You don't know how I feel." I said my voice cracking. "You're dying as well, and don't try to hide it I know you have cancer. I've heard you and Alfred talking about it. You're just going to leave me too, just like everybody else."

"Dick, I promise I won't leave you." He said.

"Liar! Everyone has left so far, you will to I know it. So just...just leave me alone." I shouted as I started to cry again.

He didn't move, he just sat there quietly as I cried. He could easily pick the lock, so why doesn't he?

It was around midnight when I eventually cried myself to sleep.

My dream was horrible, I saw blood lots of it, and Jason was there. He was reaching out towards me saying, 'Come with me...'

I woke up in a cold sweat, a plan forming in my mind as I climbed out of bed. I walked towards my bathroom, and started the water for a bath. Then I moved to my medicine cabinet, and pulled out my sleeping pills. I poured about half the bottle on to my hand, and took them all. Then I poured the second half into my palm and took those as well. Finally I grabbed my pocket knife, and stepped into the tub. As I sunk into the water I slit both wrist, letting the water turn red.

I was fading out before the water turned red. Darkness clouding almost all my thoughts as I started to lose consciousness. This must be what it feels like to die.

"Dick?!"

"Jason?" I murmured, reaching out to touch his face.

"Dick what are you doing?" Jason asked frantically.

I tried to say, "I'm coming to be with you." But before I could, I feel completely into the darkness.

Hey guys how did you like it?

Dick: Why did I commit suicide

ME: Jason died Duh.

Dick: No reason to kill me off.

Me: Whatever.

Dick: Review please so she will save me from death.

~Dessi16