Been toying with this idea for a while. I think it's okay. Please review and tell me what you think.

I don't own Young Justice as much as I would like to!

Kid Flash's POV

"Another argument?" I questioned as Robin walked in and flopped onto the couch, defeated.

"Yeah." he murmured back, not even looking at me.

Batman and Robin had been getting into a lot of arguments recently. Normally they were about Batman refusing to let Robin tell us who he was or about 'normal life'. I have put 'normal life' the way I have because that life isn't normal to us. Super heroing is. Their arguments normally started with Batman growling and then Robin shouting then Superman trying to intervene then insults or kryptonite being thrown at him then one of the dynamic duo storming away to moan about the other to either me or Wonder Woman.

"So what was it about this time?" I asked because if I got the answer out of Robin quickly we could go and get something to eat.

"Stuff." Robin mumbled.

"What sort of stuff?"

"Family stuff." the boy growled.

He shifted round and I knew that I was getting at answer. He looked me in the eyes. I couldn't see his eyes because he was wearing sunglasses over them but I could tell he was angry.

"Everything I do just isn't enough for him, isn't good enough for him. One minute it's put trust in your team and then it's don't trust anyone. It's jump high but that's too high or do well at school but that's too good."

"You get told off for doing too well at school!" I gasped.

"Yeah. He says me being too intelligent puts my identity at risk."

"It shows he cares about you."

"But I want him to just be whelmed. It's like he can do Batman and be a great Batman but when it comes to being a dad he's..."

"Not feeling the aster?" I suggested with a smirk.

Robin nodded and I was proud I had managed to extract a smile from my best friend.

"Do you want to watch some reality TV and find people who are possibly in a worse off situation than you?" I asked. "And we could get some snacks."

Robin nodded and I left to get some snacks. I left Robin to turn on the TV and find a good channel. I had rushed around the kitchen because, after an argument with Batman, Robin was normally cornered by his 'aunts' and 'uncles' in the League and offered support that the boy didn't want or need. When I was there, they tended to leave him be. I picked up Robin's favourite food and placed them on a tray. There's a supply of everyone's favourite food for situations like this apart from mine is locked in a safe that few people know the combination to so I can't steal it.

"Rob, I've got..." I said, walking in.

Robin stormed past me, walking out. He knocked into me and I dropped the tray.

"Rob?" I called down the corridor.

Robin didn't answer me. My first reaction was to pick up the food but then best friend Wally took over and I moved into the room, studying the TV screen. On it was a news channel. It was talking about some sort of murderer breaking out of a Gotham city prison.

That's strange. Robin never gets so worked up about low level criminals like that. I thought, barely recognising the name.

When Robin stared crime fighting at the age of nine, six long years ago, he put away a mob boss. This mob boss had ordered murders and committed crimes in Gotham for years but Batman had been too busy with other criminals to deal with him. When Robin had come along, they had focused their attentions on the mob boss and had him locked away within two months. He was Robin's first and there was something very meaningful about the first criminal a crime fighter arrested but no one would react like Robin had done. It was like there was a hidden rage and sorrow fixed around the name Tony Zucco.

.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Robin bellowed.

He was standing in front of Batman and the League. Normally no one would have the guts to face them all like that with such anger but Robin was like that. I had crept over and was standing round the corner, occasionally peeking round.

"Because I knew you would react like this." Batman answered simply.

"I'm only reacting like this because you didn't tell me!" the teenager roared back.

Robin was only fifteen but, man, did he roar as loud as a lion. I winced and I was behind a protective wall.

"Robin, go back to the..." Batman began.

"I would have told you straight away if it was Chill." Robin hissed, his voice dropping to a deadly whisper.

I didn't recognise the name but it was clear by the reactions of the other members of the League that what Robin had just said was about to draw results. There always seemed to be a line in Batman and Robin's arguments but some comments crossed that line; that was one of them. A few members of the League looked interested, a few looked worried and a few looked like they were on hand to break up a violent fight. Batman turned to them and sent them all away. The adults all left except for Batman. He clearly wanted some alone time with his child. I watched from the door.

"I'm sorry, kiddo. I really am. I thought you would be in danger if you knew." Batman said, hugging Robin against his strong chest.

That was when I noticed that there were two glistening vertical tracks down Robin's cheeks.

Robin's crying. I thought.

Me and Robin were best friends. More than that. We were brothers. Techno geek and Science nerd against the world. At first I was going to rush in with the speed of light and comfort him. He was only a few months young than me but I was very protective. Then I realised how Robin would feel if he knew I had been spying on him during his moment of weakness. Conversations about family matters between Batman and Robin were for the League's ears only. A conversation they were excluded from certainly wasn't for me.

"I miss them so much." Robin whispered into Batman's chest.

"I know you do." Batman replied and half carried, half walked Robin to the Zeta tubes.