AHHH! THIS IS MY 20th STORY! AHHHH! So, this is a bit sad...it's in Robin's POV...yeah, I think that's about it...

Disclaimer: Don't own, never will, you guys know the drill.

Warning: Character death

Rated: T, for character death.

Pairings: None.

"Losing someone when you're young is the greatest pain anyone can face."

~ Amory Blaine

If it was anyone else, we would've been okay. Not fine, but okay. We would've been able to move on, we would've been able to continue with our normal lives, or what is typical in the life of superheroes. We would've gotten over them.

If it was me, I'm sure everyone would probably miss me. Bruce, Alfred and Babs would be heart-broken. But, the team would be able to get over my death. They would keep fighting, because that's what we do. We fight, we fight and never give up, no matter what the risks, no matter how we desperately want to run away.

If it was Aqualad, the team would be in ruins. For a while. He's the glue that keeps us together, the small flame of optimism in a dark pit of despair, the shoulders you can lean on if you need support. We would've ripped a bit at the seams, but we wouldn't unravel or fall apart. I would probably have stepped up as leader, but I wouldn't be able to replace him completely.

If it was Superboy, we would all sink into a depression, and the feeling would linger with us, even when we returned to our work, though leaving a bitter taste in our mouths. We'd miss his wildness and a bit unpredictability, because that's what we love about him. We all know he'd give his life ten times over for each and every one of us. He loves us, and we love him.

If it was Artemis, we'd be spiritless and cold without the wild light and energy that practically glows from her agile frame. We'd feel empty without her endless supply of clever quips and her ability not to talk crap from anybody. We would lose a bit of the fight in us.

If it was Miss Martian, we wouldn't be able to move for weeks. She's so innocent, so sweet, so caring...she's like a mom to all of us. We'd miss her adorable quirks like facepalming herself and saying, "Hello, Megan!" We'd miss her quick little impulses of friendliness, like baking cookies for us when we all get done with school. We'd miss the bright smile she always gives us that warms her russet colored eyes.

It could have been any one of us. It should have been one of us. Maybe then we'd be able to keep fighting, keep going. But it wasn't one of us. It was him.

It was Wally.

We won't ever hear his mischievous laugh ring in our ears again. Never again will we see the bright smile that illuminates his face. We will never be pranked by Wally again, we will never get wrapped up in those strong arms for a bear hug again, we will never smack away his hand as he tries to snitch a cookie from the piping hot tray M'gann has just set out. We can never see, hear, or do any of this ever again.

We won't be able to move on. We can't. Because Wally kept us sane. He kept us from doubting our every move, kept us from thinking we were a stupid kiddie team. He kept us happy. He was overconfident, if not reckless, and made us laugh so hard we swore our ribs cracked. He was the little annoying brother, and I was his partner in crime.

Now, it's different. The cave never echoes with laughter anymore. The refrigerator is fully stocked with food all the time. Nobody has even cracked a grin. It's just so empty without him. So lifeless.

Because that's what Wally did. He gave everything life.

Resulting in the loss of his.

Hmm...I may or may not do a follow up on this...make it a longer story with views from each of the characters...tell me what you think!

~lilmissf