I've been wanting to do a little story for one of my OC's this is more of a project and I want to Introduce her properly. This story is in it's own little universe because of my Endgame depression, all of the event's of Young Justice's season one happened. So enjoy. *I should be doing my homework ^.^'

When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears
And I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have
All of me.

- My Immortal,Evanescenes

It was dark outside and ironically the stars shone bright above me like it didn't ever happen on a normal day. A normal night. I didn't know what normal was anymore. I didn't want to know what normal was but I couldn't keep living the life I lead, not after that.

"Don't do it Rob! Please!" I was standing there on that damned bridge, my hands loosening they're grip as I inclined more towards the dark void. If he hadn't been super powered he wouldn't have been able to stop me in time to pull me back onto the ground. My knees gave in along with his and his soaked red hair fell on his face covering one hurt green eye.

"We died…" I whispered as I clutched for dear life, I clutched on to my best friend, my brother. The only real reason I was still alive, literally. He held me so tight, so afraid that if he let go I would jump faster. He didn't know how right he was. "You died, everyone died and I had to see it all."

"We didn't die, we're here. Dick, we are alive, I'm alive…" he whispered, whipping rain mixed with tears of my face.

I looked up to the sky and saw the moon, it was so hard to know that the one person holding you down giving you a reason, wasn't there anymore. I looked down and fear ran through me I closed my eyes and loosened slightly my grip.

The gas bomb exploded, it resulted fear toxin from the scarecrow and I had swallowed a whole lot of it already. I saw thing that I shouldn't have seen, my fears everything I never wanted to see, feel experience it passed through me like a flame from my own personal hell.

"Rob! Robin! Listen to me, none of this is real, you have to fight it!" his voice, it shouted at me, at my fears. He tried to sooth the venom away as the rest fought the enemy off. Pain ran its course through me as something hot entered my veins. He still tried to sooth me, his voice soon lowering to a whisper. What really helped was that even then even if he knew it hadn't actually helped a lot, he yelled at my fears to go away.

He left, he left me. Nobody could have been bothered by me. Who was I? Nobody cared, I let go of anything and everything that could have held me back, I closed my eyes and let go. I felt a hand stop me and pull me back. Déjà vu.

Our knees gave out as I felt his familiar warmth against me holding me back stopping me from doing anything rash. He wasn't going to let go.

"You bastard." He whispered, there was no rain to camouflage my tears. They streaked down my face as he buried his own in the nook of my neck. I wanted to push him off. "I won't let you go that easily."

"You should." I whispered back I felt a wetness on my neck. He grabbed on to my hand and put pressure, such painful pressure. He held onto my hand like it would be the last time. And then I felt the guilt coming from him. Why was he guilty?

"No fucking letter like last time. No way to know what's going through your head. I thought I knew, thought you were okay. Five years ago it happened on the same fucking bridge and I didn't notice until I read that. What kind of friend am I? I didn't notice again, until I got to your apartment and saw it so tidy and empty, going into your room and finding nothing." He said.

I couldn't, I looked away.

"I'm sorry." I whispered out in a throaty voice. "I'm sorry." He held my hand like he always did.

"I love you; you're my brother, my everything."

"You're so cliché." I said looking at our hands.

"And you aren't alone, Dick. You have me, every single bit of Me."