Okay so I still LOVE Dick Grayson, Wally West, Roy Harper, and Blah blah blah. I love almost everyone in Young Justice, season one and two. This time I'm writing about Tim Drake!

Sorry for any language

Tim was always a hard worker. He always felt as if he had a legend to live up to, no matter if it be Dick's or...Jason's. Dick was always so protective of him all the time, and he hated it. He felt so suffocated, it's not that he didn't appreciate it, but he could take care of himself.

Tim was always a hard worker, but he wasn't always the strongest in the emotional category, he didn't have the emotional support all the time when he was younger. He felt so pressured to fill the giant shoes that were left behind by the two former Robins, he became depressed, not it's not that no one noticed, everyone really noticed, but no one said anything. He assumed that no one cared.

The day he started cutting, he was curious. He took a bat-a-rang (A/N bird-a-rang what ever use either) from his utility belt and made a thin cut along his arm. To his surprise it doesn't hurt, not as much as he expected anyway, not even close to the emotional pain he was suffering through everyday. He started doing a few times a week, then it progressed to every day, soon he was cutting more than once in a single day sometimes.

He was in the middle of a session one day while the other were out doing whatever, he really didn't care, when Nightwing came in. "Ti-Robin!" he shouted, completely shocked, "What are doing?!" even though he knew completely well what was happening.

"Get the fuck out now!" Tim yelled turning to continue.

"Wha-No!, Tim!" Nightwing said, as he yanked the blade away from Tim and on to the floor, and pulled him to his chest and tried to calm him down.

"Shh, Tim why? Just why would you do this?"

By now Tim's sobbing, "Because-because I can't do it anymore Dick! I can't live like this anymore!"

"What Tim, being Robin? You can leave anytim-"

"No!" Tim interrupted, "not that, at least not really, I can't live up to the legacy you an-and Jason left behind." His sobs have died down by now and are just little hiccups every now and then, he sits there as Dick bandaged his self-inflicted wounds. "I just can't do it, not only am I not good enough to, but you never even let me try. I'm always on gamma or with you or Barbara and you don't give me enough room to do things on my own, I can take care of myself."

"Well obviously not, I mean look at what you did Tim, did you even think about how everyone else would feel, did you think about Bruce, or me? Tim I can't survive losing another little brother."

"This is what I mean Dick! You're comparing me to him, even now!" Tim shouted angrily.

"Tim I know how you feel, I tried to kill myself once too,Wally found me, just like I found you today. Please Tim you don't need to prove ANYTHING, not to me, there is no legacy you need to live up to, nothing to prove, alright? Tim, I love you, you're my little brother, and I won't let anything happen to you, not even yourself."

"I love you too Dick."