It won't make a lot of sense, sorry.
Things you may need to know in order for it to make any semblence of sense:
Told from Robin's point of view with no actual names mentioned [except Cyborg..but that's because he is one]
No real pairings but slight hint at Sladin and although there is no mention of it, there is RobinX and Red2 [Red Hood and Red X]
NOT a death fic...not really.
I do not own anything.
Also this is not beta-ed [anyone willing to be my Beta? :] ]
If I'm honest, I never planned on seeing my brother ever again. In fact we could not be considered brothers. He was an orphan, taken from his lonely life by my father. But my father was not my father. My father was a man who had adopted me. He had put clothes on my back, he had made sure I was fed, he had given me all the material possessions I had ever wanted. But it wasn't material things I wanted from my him, I had wanted a father. I had wanted a man who would teach me who to catch a ball, I had wanted a man who would help me with girl problems, I had wanted a father who listen to me every now and then, someone who respected that I was a different person, a person with their own ideas and morals. And that is why I left. And that is why I had a brother.
When I left, Father was angry, he needed someone to take my place. And so he chose Brother. But Brother was like me, he didn't want to be a little clone of Father. He had wanted to be his own person. And because of Father, Brother died. In our world death means so much, it cripples and destroys us all. But Brother had obviously pleased the deities above. Brother returned, better than ever.
But Brother was not as he was. He exacted revenge upon his killer, the one who had crushed his spine with a crowbar, the one who had blown Brother's body to nothing. And Father did not like that. Brother was not the perfect little son anymore. And so Father found another son. But Brother didn't care. He took the law into his own hands whenever he wished. And somewhere, in between my escape into independence, Brother's recruitment into our screwed little family, his death, resurrection and Father's new Son, somewhere in between it all, Brother grew to hate me.
And perhaps that is why I never thought I would see my Brother again. But there he is, standing in front of my Team, in front of my rather unorthodox Mentor and in front of the Thief. Perhaps it is because, to me, Father is not Mentor. Perhaps it is because of the unhealthy relationship between the still villain Mentor and myself. Perhaps it is because of Brother's teaming up with Thief. I do not know. But Father and Son are no longer there for either myself or for Brother. And the jolt of electricity through my body, through Alien's body, through Cyborg's body as I answer the riddles wrong, the shocked look on Thief's face, and the almost insane look on Brother's face, doesn't mean anything because although I never planned on seeing my Brother again, he will always be my Brother. And Brother's are always there for one another, even at their death.
You can take what you want out of this but I like to think of it as a lovely little brother fic.