He stood there, waiting for life to release it's death grip on him.
Blood and pain were all he knew now, living in Gotham was taking its toll.
They would not miss him, he was easily replaced.
Gone was that happy little boy who laughed and smiled at everything.
That boy was only a mask after all, and a pretty damn good one.
All that remained was an empty shell, a broken bird.
He would never understand why people hated him, he tried his hardest to be liked.
Sometimes that was never enough.
He had trusted them, they took that trust and shattered it into a million pieces.
He had taken his mask off, cerulean blue eyes scanned the sky.
Stars winked back at him, they alone knew what he wanted.
He was ready to finally join his mămică and tati up in the sky.
He had been trained from birth to fly, not fall.
For years he soared in the sky, relishing the freedom.
But it was time for the last Flying Grayson to finally fall.
Richard John Grayson was found a few hours later, his blood pooled around him.
His face smiled, stunning blue eyes never seen again.
And for the first time in five years, he was happy.
Only two remembered him, Zitka never forgot that cheerful boy that had taken care of her for eight long years before his parents died.
After all, an elephant never forgets.
Oliver Queen was the only person to remember The little Romanian boy who flipped his way into everyone's lives.
Oliver alone knew what happened to the little boy, and he grieved.
Both Oliver and Zitka saw him one more time.
He danced around with the stars at night, his light burning brightest.
And they let him fly free.
La revedere puțin Robin.
Translations: mămică=mummy tati=daddy La revedere puțin Robin=Goodbye little Robin
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Sorry for the bad translations but I had to use google translate and they also only had Romanian not romani.