Robin just sat there staring at the picture in his hand. Tears slipped from unmasked blue eyes. The drops hit the glass of the picture frame as he choked back a sob. He tried so hard to be happy, and he was until he was alone. That's when all the good would get swept away until he couldn't even remember what it felt like to be happy. It hurt so much. His parents, aunt, uncle and cousin where dead, he hasn't seen the rest of his circus family in years, and he was scared. What if Bruce died or Alfred? What would happen then? He couldn't lose his family. Then there were his friends. He was scared that how he acted was actually pushing them away. What if they actually found him annoying and where just playing along because they needed him on the team? Did they even need him? Or did they feel bad for him but didn't really want anything to do with him? What if they died too?

Robin wiped away the tears and placed back on the mask. He couldn't think like that. Not now not ever. But it was so hard not to. Robin just wanted to curl up and sleep to wake up and this whole thing would be a bad nightmare, though he knew it was real. It was so real and that scared Robin the most. This was real, all the death, all the pain and fear and hurt. It was real, everyday. Robin shook his head as he made his way to the bathroom to splash his face. A deep breath in Robin looked to the mirror and forced a smile. It was so ugly and fake. It wouldn't be a real smile until he saw his family or friends, but he couldn't go find them with a frown. They would worry. He didn't want them to worry about him. He wasn't worth it. The smile wavered as silently tears slid from under the mask. Robin just stood there; fake smile in place as much as it could be while sobs quietly tore themselves from his throat. It was just another day that he would go through not remembering happiness but acting like he did. It killed him but as long as someone at least clamed they cared Robin would continue on like nothing was wrong.

"Robin?" a voice called. Quickly schooling himself and once more splashing his face Robin grabbed a towel before calling out in a perfectly cheerful voice.

"Be there in a minute." With that Robin left to hang out with his friends.

A.N: Not sure what to say. I've been down for a while and wrote this while listening to I'll try by Jesse McCartney. So yeah...