Only the Living Can Kill the Dead. . .
Yes, they wondered, how could they not? It seemed the boy could not die. Mission after mission, and time after time. He would be in the way of a shot that simply could not be dodged; and yet he would bend at seemingly impossible angles and the bullet would harmlessly pass him by.
Robin.
That was his name as a super hero that was his name to his team on a regular day. They knew not his true name, too dangerous if they did, or, at least, that's what they are told. For someone so young he was strangely shrouded in mystery. On purpose, his eyes hidden so they did not know if they were brown or blue or green.
They were forced to wonder how he did it yet again when sent on a rescue mission; for Robin himself. Scrambling to reach him in time they rushed to their destination, the Joker's favorite prison- warehouses.
An arrow broke the silence and illuminated the darkness, burning bright enough to just reach the farthest corners of the metal room. Metal, they wondered, why did it seem that every warehouse had to be made of morbid metal?
Ironic it was so, that they found him in a bird cage. Strapped to the bird's perch with police tape, warning then the penalty if they so choose cross it, him, the Joker. They were ever so cautious in their approach, as if a single step could cause the bottom of the cage to collapse and take Robin with it. But nothing of the sort happened, and no criminal with a painted red smile appeared. It seemed the villain had vanished into thin air.
This was their chance and waiting no longer they took it. Rushing to Robin and ripping him free of the yellow tape that held him prisoner. At first glance it seemed he did not breath that his chest did not raise nor fall, causing them to fear the worst. When suddenly he shuddered and gasped for breath, filling his lungs with the air he desperately seemed to need.
As they thought before he should not be living at this time, sitting in the headquarters of the Young Justice team.
And yet, he was.
Finally, they could not bear the mystery and longer, and approached him the next morning. It was their leader who was the one brave enough to ask the impending question.
"How do you do it? Escape death so many times where you should not be able to?"
Robin had fallen silent; the minute none spoke seemed to stretch to fill the equilibrium of millennia. And when he finally did speak it was a simple explanation. Or so it seemed to be for him because they would never know the reason behind it, not until they knew who the person who spoke it was.
"I live today, because a dead man cannot kill the dead. Only the living can kill the dead. In each villain that we fight, something has died, no longer living. I only chose to do something useful with mine. So the explanation is simple, only the living can kill the dead."
To this very day though, they still have not an idea behind the saying. So they stay silent and wonder, about the boy who can escape Death.