First Young Justice fic ever. Drabble I wrote on vacation. This was written before bloodlines, so if you're like "Hey this was explained already" well there is your reason why. Hope you like it.
Everyone always asks me this question: do I miss being a hero? Of course I do! I hate sitting here like I'm doing nothing. I feel the need to run all the time. I miss getting my energy out. I want to beat up villains and make the news. I hate sitting idle while my closest friends duke it out on the newest bad guy.
I blame my relationship with Artemis on this. She told me it was too dangerous. She threatened to leave me if I continued. I would do anything to stay with her though. I love her with all my heart. You won't find a girl like Artie out there. I blame her making me quit on one stupid mission.
It was easy. Get in get out. Not too hard. Well I was rash that one time and screwed up. I hit a motion sensor and the whole building went off. I barely made it out alive. I was unconscious for two days. Artie stuck by my side the whole time.
She told me never again. She was scared of losing me. And in the back of my mind, I was scared of losing her to.
So I hung up my Kid Flash costume and began to become a normal person again. I adjusted to not being on edge every minute. Me and Artie began school, and we bought an apartment together. It was fun. We began getting serious. We got a dog together and our relationship is doing great. But something is missing.
I miss the thrill of fighting and then picking up Artemis in my arms and running to the bioship while she giggles. We're normal now. No more adrenaline induced kisses.
The one thing I miss most though is my friends. Last time I saw Dick was a year ago. He called me today. He said something about Roy needing our help. God knows how long it's been since I've seen Roy. Dick said he might be on drugs now. I should have been there for him. This wouldn't have happened if I was there.
And apparently Miss Martian and Superboy aren't a thing anymore. I found out through the news. Not my friends calling me. I could have helped. I feel horrible about it.
Robin is also a story. I knew him and Batman were fighting constantly. About three years ago, Dick came to me one night crying about how Batman didn't want him as a partner anymore after he got kidnapped by Two-Face. I helped him then. He begged for me to come back that night, but I said no. Later that year, Robin became Nightwing; he ended up leaving batman and even young justice for a while. He became darker. He changed from being a smart alec who messed with words to a grown up at the age of fifteen. He's not the same Dick I used to know.
I can't turn back time, but I wish I could. I want to be Kid Flash again. I want to run again. I want to fight. I want to feel the rush again. So whenever someone asks me if I want to be in the hero game again; I will always answer yes.