I do not own Young Justice

Got then idea when watching a certian Batman epiosde-figured i'd put into Young Justice form.

A cold rain had soaked him, stealing away all of his warmth. He could barely get enough breath into his lungs to fight off the darkness threatening to take over his vision. Everything hurt. It hurt to breath. It hurt to even think about breathing. The ground was cracked and filthy, oily puddles forming along the rotting garbage. It had a rancid smell, like moldy bread and curdled milk mixing horribly with metal and sweat.

...Joker ...Where was Joker hiding? ...He had to get up. ...But could he?

"Dude, i can't believe Rob isn't here! Its so not fair..." Kid Flash complained as they worked with Canary. Conner was up and fighting against her and sorely losing, allowing his anger to get the better of him, leaving him wide open for several quick attacks. In seconds, he was face down on the arena floor with the computer saying that he had failed. Groaning in frustration, he heaved himself upwards.

"Yes, but Robin is patroling with Batman. He is exersizing and expanding his knowlage as well." Kal supplied as Kon jumped off the stage in a huff after listening to the blonde teacher carry on about remaining cool in a fight and never allowing your opponet get to you. Black Canary then motioned that M'gann was up.

Wally was not looking conviced.

...Where was he? ...In an alleyway: No Shit, Rob. ...Wasn't Batman with him a second ago? ...Why was it raining? ...When did it begin raining?

Shouts were coming from down the alleyway, but he couldn't move. Weakly, he truned his head. The world around him was fuzzy and cold. It was bright and doubling but darkening around the edges. Batman and Joker were blurred together, moving quickly and snarling at one another.

...Dancing? Why are they dancing?

He stood shakily as Batman shouted something but he couldn't make sence of what he heard.

Then he heard a loud pop, sounding like a broom handle breaking.

"Still sucks." Wally pouted, his hair still wet from his shower. "How come Robin gets to run around with Batman all night and fight the big baddies of Goathem?" He glared up at his uncle, who had arrived with the other mentors. Black Canary was going to give each mentor a report on how their students were coming along and where they needed work.

"He is the most experience." Flash repeated again, getting irritated by his nephew's childish behavior. The strange thing was, Batman had always been precent when Canary did these things, so he could further evaluate the team, and better judge which missions they were ready for. It made some of the heros a bit uneasy since he hadn't answered any of their calls.

All at once, it made too much sence.

Gun.

Batman was on the ground, swimming a pool of his own crimson blood. He felt his knees give out, saw a splash of water and blood foam up around him from the impact, but paid no attention to it. That monster was bending over his partner, aiming a kick to his pale face...His partner...

...Bruce? ...Batman? ...Dad? ..."Dad? Daddy!"

He felt something cold and hard in his hand. It gave him a strange sence of strength as the Joker whipped around to face him, in surprise. Whatever he held, he raised it at the clown, and it shook violently as everything blurred more from collecting tears. He didn't realize he was screaming mindlessly, didn't even feel himself pull something that pressed against his finger.

The Joker's smile fell off his face and for once he wasn't laughing.

"Alright, it's late." Oliver sighed heavily, exhausted. Everyone all nodded their agreement. Since it was a Friday, they allowed their partners to decided wheather or not they wanted to spend the night at the mountian. Most of them agreed. Wally, being Wally, decided that since he couldn't hang with Robin, he would head home and play video games alone in his dark room, complaining to thin air about how unfair life was like a spoiled emo ginger child.

Recognize Batman B01

Recognize Robin B02

They all turned, smiling and ready to hear about the sure-to-be amazing adventure that made them leave their posts early; all just knowing that it had to be exciting since it was The Batman and Boy Wonder Vs The Joker. Wally was seriously reconsidering staying the night, if it meant hanging out with Robin, having already forgotten how unfair life was to an emo ginger.

What they got was Robin, soaking wet and shivering, looking pale and panicked, half carrying, half dragging a bloody and wet Batman from the Zeta tubes. "Help! Someone!" He was breathless, his voice hoarse. Flash grabbed Batman and rushed him to the me-bay, Black Canary and Superman on his heels.

A stunned silence fallowed for mere seconds.

Then, Robin collapsed onto his knees, gasping and half-chocking back tears. "Dude! Are you alright?" Wally was beyong concerned; he was beginning to panic. He caught Robin's heaving shoulders before he fell forward but something loudly clattered to the tiled floor. It caught everyone's attention immediatly.

Something shining.

Something cold and metal.

Something that was still smoking.

A gun.

"I-I h-h-ha-a-a-ad t-t-to. J-J-Jok-k-ker... H-he w-w-wa-was g-going t-to..." He began full out sobbing right there, falling into Wally's open arms.

Horror filled the room.