Anyone who cared enough to stop me, would have seen the signs. And anyone who cared enough to save me, would have stopped me before it was to late. But none of you saw through my mask, and each of you pretended, that nothing was wrong. When really everything was. If you loved me, you would have seen the marks. The cuts, all over me. If you cared for me you would have seen the changes. But you didn't. So really none of you cared, not about me, the child who saw their parents die, you cared about him, the one you called a leader, or sidekick, or son, but not about me. Never about me. Did any of you ever think, just for one moment, to look, look closely, and see the truth, if you had, I would still be here. But you didn't. Why? Because you didn't want to believe it, you thought if you ignored, that it would go away, that I would be fine. But I wasn't, not for one moment never fine. Life was a battle for me. I struggled, and none of you helped me. You left me, drowning, in depression. You could of helped me, or got some one to help me. You could of broke me out of my shell, freed me, taught me how to be happy. But I'm gone now, it's to late, you'll never see me again.

You called yourselves my friends, but you never even wondered why you never saw my eyes. Red rimmed tear filled eyes. Blank lost soulless eyes. You never even cared enough to ask why I never took of my costume when the rest of you did, why I never showed more skin than needed. Why I always pushed myself to the limit, no matter who exhausted, how injured I was.

This is Fair Well

Goodbye

Richard Grayson

If any of them had cared, I would still be there, laughing having fun, being a normal kid, well maybe not, I was never a normal kid. Not even when my parents were still alive. But, I'd still be there being as normal as I could be though. But they didn't, and so I left. Left to find people who would care enough to stop me and not treat me any different. Why should you treat a person different because of the way they act, the way they look. I want to be treated the same way as everyone else, is that to much to ask? Obviously it is. People try to find me of course. It was inevitable. The famous Robin, missing no one is going to leave me to be happy. The public need their symbol of hope, but what about me, where's my symbol of hope, my hero to look up to. And don't you dare say Batman. The man in black was never a symbol of hope, justice maybe, but never hope. Don't get the two mixed up.

Bruce organised a big search for me looked for months, but I know him. I know the way he acts, all the little tricks. I was his prodigy, his sidekick, I know him better than he knows himself. All the little quirks, the looks, it was easy to stay hidden. So he eventually called it off. No one did find me. I'm good at hiding and sneaking around, know thy enemy, its a saying I took to my heart so I was as good as hiding as any criminal and better than some. Scratch that, better than most, for I wasn't any common criminal, I was, the genius criminal, I've read the book and memorised it. I think Slade would be proud,maybe. I don't care. The man was crazy, one of the best, always striving for perfection, in the end it just made him worse. But he taught me, I think, if he was still alive, if he is still alive, it wouldn't surprise me if he is somehow still breathing, he would be the only one to find me, because he knows me like I know Batman, he'd find me. Easily too I expect.

There are a lot of other people like me, if I could say that, maybe the correct saying is I am like a lot of other people. Still that's not really important, what is important is the fact that we we look out for each other, we are, and always will be a team, not a team of heroes, a team of friends, a family. We make sure everyone's okay and safe, especially the kids and teens, the younger ones, the newer ones, living on the streets is hard but with a warm smile from someone who understands, truly understands because they've seen it, and everything seems a whole lot better.. It's an unwritten rule and everyone sticks to it, because if we didn't what would we do, we need something, anything, ad this is it, friendship, companionship. I made friends, true friends, not like the friends the Titans were, but true friends, who know about me, and how I feel. No hiding. The kids, my friends are my age, some are runaways, like myself, others people who have been kicked out of their homes, I hate those stories, no one should ever be kicked out of a home. Orphans. Like me again, I feel a sort of connection with those people, the other orphans, I know what it is like to lose a parent, both parents. We're all the same really, we want die, maybe that's to strong, we want to be free of this life, and for most of us, death it save us. Give us a better life, or at least eternal peace. But we want to die painlessly, peacefully, because we've been through enough pain, already, and to die in pain would take away the meaning of eternal peace.

I've changed a lot, and not just in personality, looks too, from the spiky haired lean superhero I once was. My once short hair is long, a pain sometimes when you have nothing to brush it with, and ends around the curve of my back, sleek black and straight, when its not a mess that is. At first it was because I had nothing to cut it with and no money means no hair dresser. You don't have privileges like that when you're living on the streets. Now though I've grown fond of it, it keeps me different from the boy wonder and like it like this, it's different, you don't see many boys with long hair, I like being different, unique. It's easier with disguises as well, if you're looking for a masculine boy you won't notice a feminine boy. Well not as much because he doest match what you are looking for. It also helps that with my build being feminine, as it is, you never would have noticed before though, what with the way I acted and my costume, and my hair being long with the right clothes, and I don't necessarily mean frilly dresses and skirts, I can pass for a girl quite easily. It helpful when people are looking for you around every corner. Though this is just an extra precaution and I don't use it much. After all if you use a good disguise to much people will find out and that's the exact opposite to it's use.

Harry, one of the other runaways, a short boy with shoulder length hair, the same shade of rave black as mine, and me, are out looking for food today, and by looking I mean we'll probably steal something from a big shop that makes enough money as it is. Its stupid how some people have so much money, while others have none, or at least very little. I don't mind stealing now, and when I say I don't mind it doesn't mean I promote stealing if you don't have to, that's what makes us different from common thieves. We have to, they don't, otherwise we'd die and while I wish it I do not want to die of starvation. We go out in groups, and each of us brings back food to share with the rest, it's good fun really, we all talk and joke and have a laugh. Maybe its not the nicest of lives but its free, you're free and so I like it, because there are no masks. There are so many of us, little Rhea, she's only seven, an orphan. Myself and Harry, and Jack, we're all sixteen, and Luna, one Harry's friend's is fifteen, Amy, she's 25, got no where else to go. A lot of us are like that, all so lost in so many different ways, so we stick together, good friends we are all of us, age gender looks, it doesn't matter you only come here when there's no where else to go, so we're all in the same boat really.

The cops came searching today, so we all had to leave, it happens sometimes, cops come and you get turfed out, yeah we got somewhere else now, but we all liked our old home. For no matter how temporary it might be those places are still our homes. But you get used to living on the move, how could you not. Anyway it's been six months since I left, I'm no longer superhero, though you already know that, just a normal kid. Well as normal as we get, living on the streets. I can hardly believe that it's been half a year, Jack says to get used to it. He is very blunt, always has been apparently, it's funny though, he gets into all sorts of trouble sometimes. He and Harry are twins, kicked out of their Aunt and Uncles house, they don't look like twins, Harry being a short black haired boy with emeralds for eyes, and Jack while being shorts as well has deep blood red hair and bright blue eyes. They can do stuff others can't, they call it magic, it doesn't bother me though, I've seen enough odd things to last a lifetime. Luna can do it too. Luna's and orphan, her family was killed in a war. I told them my family were murdered as well. Comforting each other when we feel down, it really is one big family. None of us have secrets, and we're friendly people, if you get to know us. We move around a lot, Harry, Jack and Luna, their from Britain, came over to America, to get away from everything. Harry is some big hero over there, he hates it he says. I can understand, the fame gets to you. Jack and Luna back him up on this claim, I know what it feels like, we both have scars on our arms, and they're not accidental either, I can tell you that much, but things have changed I haven't cut since I came here, I don't need to, here I have nothing to live up to.