Based off of the opening of the circus episode. Enjoy.
There was an eternity when Robin believed this was to be his fate also.
It had been different, watching his parents fall, and all at once he knew - he knew how they had felt, that sinking, sudden feeling. He loved the feeling of flying through the air and knowing he had something to keep him afloat.
But no matter how similar the feeling of falling was to the feeling of flying, this… this wasn't anywhere near the soar he was used to before his grapple swung him around, and he knew he would be alright.
For those few seconds, he wasn't entirely certain. He wasn't.
Son of Batman, of Mary and John Grayson… he wasn't certain.
And to look at Superboy and the rest of the team past his eyeless mask, unlike the one he usually wore, he could see their expression… and they could see his.
That made it so much worse, so much harder, and in his mind he regretted not being able to control his own when he watched his parents fall. He regretted not being able to school his eyes or his mouth - or the way Superboy's eyebrows drew together and he knew he felt so much more than anyone believed he did. That anguish, the heartache that he knew he was bound to cause… it was so much worse now.
A sudden clench of fear in his stomach, a retching feeling, and he knew. He knew what it felt like to fall and know he had no safety net, to know he had no wire, nothing to keep him afloat.
And he knew, unlike his parents, just how badly a simple fall could effect someone.
He knew.