This is set not long after Jason Todd's death, before Tim Drake became Robin.

Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own Young Justice. It'd be pretty dang cool if I did, though.

Dick sighed, sitting upon one of the many rooftops in Bludhaven. The moon was but a sliver of bright silver in the dark night sky. Rooftops seemed to go on forever.

Yes, he did have a reason for sitting here, doing nothing.

Jason Todd.

His little brother. It had been but a month since the funeral.

I was never there for him.

If only he had been a better brother. Done more brotherly bonding with him. Instead, they fought, argued, and annoyed the heck out of each other.

He deserved a better brother than me.

If only he wasn't such a jerk. Been nice to him. Instead, he picked fights, came up with arguments, and annoyed him.

It's because of me he died.

If only he had stopped Jason. Told him not to go. Instead, he did nothing to stop Jason from going to that warehouse.

I could have let him join the team.

If only he had let Jason join. Let him make some friends. Instead, he straight out refused Bruce's suggestion of letting Jason join the team.

I was a jerk.

If only he had considered Jason his brother. Spent quality time with him. Instead, he considered Jason some kid trying to take his mother's nickname from him.

A few tears managed to slip out of Dick's eyes. I lost my chance of being a brother to him. If only...

If only...