For an awfully long time, I've had a little AU young justice story going on in my mind. A typical, how can I make Dick suffer the most/be the best? And I decided to give an attempt at writing it out.
I won't be updating this periodically, nor should you expect anything great. If anyone does end up reading this, lower your expectations, and ask however many questions you want. I'm throwing a lot into this that makes sense to me but probably to no one else.
Disclaimer: None of this is mine but the idea.
Enjoy.
At some point, no matter where you are, or who you are, your loved ones will be hurt. And all you will be able to do is wait and hold your breath. Hold your breath as you wait for a call. Hold your breath as you wait for a doctor, your father, the loved one in question to tell you "it's ok, he's fine."
Then you'll be able to breath, help, move, talk, do anything other than wait, and hope.
A young group of friends were rushing out of a building. Moments from falling, everyone was out, except one man who was too far.
"Can you see him?" a girl asked. From a closer look you could see she was from somewhere far away, but cared about the humans in front of her just as much as the boy next to her.
"No." There were more explosions, and parts of the building that came tumbling down.
With no words you could hear, a larger boy leapt over, and held up the roof. From the civilians around, being ushered to farther distances, many unable to walk, this seemed almost a useless attempt. The group of friends went on to help the people, to get them away from the explosion, help the men attain the fire, all the while keeping an ear out for their last friend.
And he lept out of the building, injured civilian on his side, both straight into the arms of the strong boy, and they made distance before the explosion of the building threw them to the ground. The hero and civilian made it out alive.
The group of friends went home. They shared laughs and pushed the last boy, the youngest, around. You made us worried, they chided. But of course we knew you'd make it.
He laughed and requested a few days off for his injuries. The leader laid a hand on his shoulder, "Of course, Robin. Have a good rest."
And they never saw him again.