A/N: This is my first story so I was really anxious about posting this but it's now or never. Constructive criticism is welcome. I don't have a beta so if there are any gramatical or spelling errors I apologize, I tried to be thorough when I proof read. Also this is going to be mostly about Jason Todd, because I love him and I was so excited to see him on Young Justice. I hope he's not too out of character as I really haven't read a lot ofcomics and my only real experience with the character was seeing Batman: Under the Red Hood and reading a couple of Red Hood and The Outlaws comics.

Chapter 1: Small

Green eyes observed the grey clouds overhead, watching as sparks of electricity danced through the air and flinching as thunder shook the Earth. He sat rigid on the roof of Wayne Manor staring into the vast skies, losing himself in old memories and fresh wounds. The roof of Wayne manor had always been his solace, he could always find peace there, even when the burdens of the world threatened to overtake him. Now, however, it was just a place and a reminder of everything he could never have.

You're filthy. The things you had to do to survive, Bruce would be disgusted if he knew. It was thoughts like these that plagued Jason every time he lay in bed late at night, he could no longer escape them, even in his safe haven. He tried not to imagine the disappointment and pure revulsion on Bruce's face if he were to ever discover the horrible things Jason was forced into as a child. Images of men with sinister smiles flashed through his mind, how naïve and stupid he had been, how easily he had fallen into their hands. It was only reasonable to think it was his fault. He was never good enough, could never find enough to eat, to survive, and he just did what he had to do. He hoped that would be enough for Bruce to forgive him, to not look at him the same way everyone else did.

Jason was pulled from his thoughts as the first drop of rain landed on his nose, the water trailed down his burning skin and he closed his eyes. He embraced the cold, let it seep through his thin shirt and jeans, numbing everything it touched. He silently hoped it would ease the pain inside his chest. He didn't want to feel anything right now; he didn't want to feel anything ever again.

He knew he wasn't perfect. He never knew the right words or actions to take and he knew he wasn't the greatest protégé or the most obedient son, but that's what made him Jason. He just never thought that he wouldn't be enough for Bruce, would never be enough.

A tear slid down his face, intermingling with the rain drenching his body. He had never felt so worthless in his entire life. He always thought that he would never feel this way again as long as he had Bruce, but here he was, feeling pathetic and broken. People were wrong when they said that words could never hurt you, they cut deeper than any knife.

Flashback (A/N: for some reason it wouldn't save my line breaks)

"Jason we need to talk"

The words didn't shock the teenager he was expecting a lecture sooner or later, it was the tone of voice Bruce was using that really shocked him. Jason smirked, but internally he was waging war with himself, fighting back his anxiety and forcing his feet to remain steady.

"It was a mistake." Bruce started "to make you Robin"

Jason's heart plummeted as the lecture continued and Bruce's words grew harsher. His world was ripping at the seams and he had to reign in his hurt and devastation. Tears burned behind his eyes but he refused to be weak in front of Bruce, but it was so hard to hear those words coming from his hero's mouth, his father's mouth. He could feel the anger and sadness rise to the surface and he clung onto the rage he felt and that's what got him through. Bruce could never take those words back and Jason would always remember how much they hurt. It cemented his believe that he was unlovable, unworthy. All he had was rage and love didn't exist in a damned city like Gotham. He should have known that already.

"We should have never met" it was the cruelest thing that Bruce had ever said to him, because that had been the best day of Jason's life. Bruce was the best thing in Jason's life and to hear him say those cold harsh words it just broke Jason's heart. He really thought he would cry then and there, but he didn't, instead he held on tightly to his rage, to his hatred and he felt his own eyes harden as his heart quickly built barriers to keep the cold words out.

End Of Flashback

The young robin curled in on himself, letting the rain pound down on his prone form. His green eyes stared into space, unfocused but wide with pain. It was a sickening realization to make at fifteen, how could he handle this. He felt so alone, so used and tired. Jason shuddered with a sob, feeling overwhelmed by the waves of emotions. His biological father abandoned him, his mother's addiction had made her cold and distant, and now Bruce didn't want him. He had finally felt at home and now he didn't know where home was. Maybe he never would.

A/N: I could have sworn I read somewhere that Bruce had this conversation with Jason, but not completely sure where this idea came from. Anyway this was a lot shorter than I thought it would be so I think I will be continuing this. I hope you guys liked it. Please review!