Hello. I'm a goddamn masochist, so I'll write this. Remember, Drabbles. Short. Don't judge.
Not really a crossover, but you know.
Disclaimer: Don't own shit, yada yada yada.
I decided to go out today. It was hard, but I tried. I met up with some "Friends". It was fun. We went to the park. I walked around, picked a couple flowers for my table. I sat down on a bench beside a few children. They whispered among themselves, glancing at me every so often. They snickered under their breath, and suddenly, it seemed as if a darkness had clouded over their eyes. My heart sank, with an unknown feeling. Sadness? Fear? Guilt? Guilt. That's it. I wasn't sure why, but it happened. A young woman in the background talking with a man looked over at the children. Once she caught sight of me, she jumped. She murmured something to the man, and ran over to the children. She grabbed their hands, glancing at me, worried, as if I would taint them. At that moment, something happened inside me. I stood up, and walked away. Away from what, you may ask. Everything. I just walked, and walked. Farther and farther from the park. Through a building, onto a roof. I looked over the edge. My stomach did a flip. I heard steps, then a voice. "Robin, what are you doing?". I ignored them, whoever they were. I put my palms together, and took a few steps, to the edge. "Robin, No!" the voice said. I responded with "Sorry." as I walked forward, and I felt the familiar sensation of falling. A hero dove for me, but they failed.
Welcome to the afterlife.