FudoTwin17: Hey, guys. I've had a rough day. I was going to write a chapter for one of my other stories, but I just don't feel up to it. Thank you for reading and understanding. I just needed somewhere to write when life gets to be too much. This'll probably be a bunch of upsetting one-shots, but who cares really? I'm just gonna write when I feel bad. Read or not. I really don't care. If someone likes a chappie, they can leave a review for me to possibly turn it into a story, but I don't know. I don't own Young Justice.

A Bad Fall

Dick Grayson shivered. He hurt. A lot. But it wasn't a physical pain, but a psychological one. His chest ached, sure, and his knuckles were a bit banged up, but it didn't matter. The pain he felt was entirely from within. It burned, making his blood boil. He was almost sure he had a temperature despite the extreme cold he was in.

The ebony knelt utterly alone in front of a tombstone. Of course, there were four there that he had come to see. Each had it's own type of flowers resting in front. Lilies for his mother. He thought they would bring out her beautiful, bright blue eyes. Roses for his dad. He always brought roses for his wife on their anniversary. Why change that tradition for a different anniversary? Corn poppies for his Aunt Kayla. She always said she liked them. Lisianthuses for his cousin. He remembered how he'd always laugh merrily before it happened. They just fit him somehow.

"I wish you guys were here." He whispered to his mother's tombstone. "You know, we'd be enjoying ourselves with Uncle Rick and Mr. Haley. We'd still be the Amazing Flying Graysons." He sighed. "But since that happened, well, it's not the same. Uncle Rick hasn't woken up from the coma yet. The doctors were talking about taking him off life support, too. Bruce stopped that quickly, though. I can't help it, though. It hurts. I miss you guys." He sighed, letting out a deep breath. "But even if I could change it, I don't think I'd be able to."

Dick paused, placing a shaking hand on his dad's stone which was right next to his mother's. "I know, I know. It's inhumane, but . . . I don't know. I love you guys. And I want you back, but I've made a difference. I feel like I can actually do something. I miss you, and I know that somewhere someone else is crying over the murder of their own family. If I can help them, that's what I'm going to do. I can't dwell on this all the time, but . . . it's hard not to."

He let a sick laugh pass through his lips. "You know, I dropped all my stuff this morning. I don't know what happened, I'm used to dropping stuff, but . . . I saw you. I heard your voice, Mom. I-I . . . I heard you say my name before you . . . ."

Dick let out a small breath that he didn't realize he was a holding. "I figured I should take time to visit. You know, Bruce has been involved in his work a lot lately. I think he found something on Zucco since he's been there whenever I went near the computer. He doesn't think I notice, but I do. I guess that's his own fault. After all, he did train me."

He let his hand trace the outside of the roughly cut stone. "But if he got something on that . . . that monstru he'd tell me, right?"

"My friends, man, have I told you about them? Well, Kaldur is . . . Kaldur. He's a good leader, way better than I am. He's kind, generous, and careful. But I think he could loosen up a bit." Dick chuckled. "Then there's Artemis. Artemis is a overall good person. You'd love her, tată." He sighed. "She's a great person, kind, and little feisty. Like i said, you'd love her. As well as that, Arty is very loyal. But she's going through a lot. With her family ties and what she's found out about her ties to the Justice League, well, she's dealing with a lot. Plus, Wally had a moment. Goodness. The guy spazzed on her. He's just upset, though. I'm sure a chill pill will sort everything out, though."

Dick smiled to himself, looking up at the dark, stary sky. He wasn't supposed to be up, but he was. And he was letting himself have a moment. "As well as her, we have Wally. He's missing a bit of his usual calm. Ever since the failsafe exercise, none of us have been quite the same. Wally especially. He's trying not to lose Arty, and I can tell he's upset. He's denying everything right now, but that won't last long. As soon as he figures everything out, I can promise you he's going to make a real move on Artemis. Despite what he usually does, well, he likes her. And he's not really into losing his family." He smiled in a genuine way.

"And then we come to Conner. Conner's been dealing with a lot recently. I can see it in his face. And I'm worried. I hacked a few things and, well, I saw. He met with Luthor. He shares DNA with the guy, and with Clark not stepping up to the plate, well, he needs a dad. I hope Clark realizes what he has to do soon. He needs to move, and fast. Before something goes wrong. Conner is quiet, but he's caring and compassionate, despite not knowing how to put that into words. Plus, with Luthor knowing how to shut Conner down, I've got some serious work to do. If we ever have a mission against that nesuferit, then I'm making it my personal mission to keep Conner as far away from that guy as possible." Dick sighed, knowing that he wouldn't have another mission with them.

"Then there's Megan. She's very caring and mother-like. I know you and Aunt Kayla would lover her. She's adorable. Anyway, she's scared. I saw her hesitation when she changed into how she really looks. I know she's not really worried about being bald. There's something beneath that. And I heard Queen Bee threaten her. But I'm going to be there. If she ever does tell Bee something, I'll be there. I'll make sure she doesn't do something prost." He rubbed the back of his neck guiltily. "And Zee. Zatana has been through a lot lately, too. I've already described her to you as you may remember." He coughed meaningfully. "She just lost her dad." He painfully moved to his dad's stone. "I remember when I lost you. I know it was different with her dad being alive, but she's scared and guilty. She doesn't think she'll be getting him back, although I've been searching for a way to get back Zatara. I think I found a way, too. I was going to give it to her tonight, but it looks like it'll have to wait." He glanced back at a dark van with a man leaning against it, beckoning him to hurry. Dick let out a breath, the mist hanging in the air before him.

"The file is in my laptop at my friend's house in my room. It's under the name of "Zee" and is the last file on the list. I didn't want Bruce to find it in case Fate has any hidden powers or reads his mind or something. But that's where it is. I think it'll work, too. Fate is the worst hero ever. A hero shouldn't take over another person's body. There's always a way to help without taking someone else's rights away from them. I wish I had been awake. Maybe I could've stopped it, put on the helmet instead. I could've stopped Zee from putting it on. You know, Fate almost didn't let Zee go? Yeah, I almost had a heartattack. Then her dad . . . . I hope it works. I won't really be there to see the results, though." He glanced back again at the dark figure.

"I've been taking as long as possible, but I don't think I'll be able to stall very much longer. I don't want to leave with him, but I know I have to. Mom, Dad, Aunt Kayla-" He choked on a sudden sob, leaning over. At that moment, blocking the ground from the loominous figure in the background, he pulled out something from his pocket and burried them at his father's grave. "I love you all. And not just you, but the rest of my family, too. When Bruce gets here, please, give him a sign. Just . . . somehow make sure he sees it. And keep the tech working for when he gets here." He glanced back, seeing the dark figure approaching.

"I have to leave. I won't be back. Please, I don't want to go." He whispered.

"But you will." A smooth voice said from behind him.

"I know." The ebony replied, but made no move to leave. He didn't even make a move to stand. Angered, the man took the boy's arm in a tight grip and yanked him up. The boy grunted, but made no other acknowledgement of the brusing arm. He followed the man obediently.

Slade smiled. "Good boy."

As they disappeared, Dick took one last win in the fact that burried under centimenters of snow there was a small recorder protected by the mask securely wrapped around it. He won.

One last time.

FudoTwin17: Well, that made me feel a lot better. Thanks. Review. I don't care if it's bad or not, this is only on to make me feel better so. Yeah. Bye.