Disclaimer: Do not own YJ, that is the DC comics job
They fell
Every single one of them, gone
Falling, falling
Thud
Gone
They were never coming back
They were dead
Why?
Ever since that night I asked myself that question
Why?
Why them?
Why anyone?
Why me?
Why did I have to be the one to watch?
Why did I have to be the one to lose them?
Again, why anyone?
Why should anyone have to watch this?
Why did he have to do it?
Gone
They were never coming back
Tears, so many tears
Mine
Anyone who felt pity for me
Anyone who watched
Bruce
My savior
He rescued me
He tried to be a father figure
He succeeded, to a degree
That's really all I could ask for
Robin
The boy wonder
Me
I'm justice
In a smaller form
Still, I lost my family
No one deserves to go through that
No one
Villains
The sick people who think that that is the way of life
It's not
Because really, what are they really achieving?
My opinion, nothing
Why should I and Batman have to go through this pain of losing the one's we loved?
Why anyone?
Hope you liked. This is my first little story so hope you like. R&R, no flames unless constructive.