Hey, YJ Fandom. First time writing YJ fanfic ;) I was inspired by everyone on this website and the show itself. Hopefully, this is okay. My writing style changed again and now its kinda unstable, as I haven't written in a LONG time. Any criticism is welcomed (: Please let me know if the characters become OOC! I hate it when that happens :C Although, please note that the characters are very…depressing, especially in this story. Let me know if you think the rating should change. I'm not exactly sure where I want to take this story just yet… so rating can change at any time.
This was it.
This was finally, fucking it.
The boy laid there, eyes staring blankly at the wall in front of him through his thin mask.
No, it wasn't.
But it might as well have been.
The coward's way out, he knew. But still. If only it were so.
It would have been better if it was.
But it wasn't.
It was so much worse.
He had always known the possibility. At the back of his mind, he had always known the risks. You couldn't fully be a hero without knowing the risks, especially when you were a human one. And being one among the few mortal heroes these days, he was constantly being reminded. He had known of all the dangers, having come face to face with so many, and yet, it had not been enough.
As logical as the boy was, he was still a teenage superhero who more or less thought he was invincible. He wasn't naïve, and he definitely wasn't stupid. But drilled into his brain was the innocent belief that his mentor would always come in and safe the day, and that when it came down to it, what he and his team did was worth it. Justice was worth it.
Death had never scared him. Not his own death, anyway. He had truly believed that when the day came, he would be ready for it. He had always assumed that he would fall fighting. Fall proud. Fighting side by side with his mentor, his teammates, his friends. No, he had always known; expected, even.
And yet, nothing had gone the way it was supposed to.
It just wasn't fair.
He shouldn't have expected as much. Nothing in his life had been fair before, after all. His entire family killed? The days at that orphanage? The entire Gotham city was built on unfairness. If it weren't for Bruce, for Batman, he didn't think he'd be who he was today. He could have ended up as a criminal; a killer, even. The boy shuddered. The only thing good, only thing that was fair that had ever come out of his overall life was Batman. Him and the Young Justice League, who had taught him friendship, and love, in a way Bruce never could have. They had shown him open affection, something he had never known. And to him, that made everything worth it. They, along with Bruce and Alfred, were worth all the unfairness in his life. It was one of the only two reasons the boy lived for.
The second reason, well, that was something else. The unlimited possibilities in the sky, the millions of things he had never seen, the feeling when he flipped and tumbled through the air, the breath-taking rush as he flew above all else; that was the second reason. And the knowledge, the knowledge that he helped people doing the things he loved with those he loved even more. That made everything okay. It always had. It was always supposed to.
God, how would they react? Would they still care? Would they still want to?
Would they still want him?
The boy held back a sob.
What if they didn't want him?
He combed his hair mindlessly with his hand.
Nothing mattered anymore.
He could not do what he had been naturally gifted to do. He could no longer twirl and dance in the sky, as if he were flying. He could no longer do any of those things.
He could no longer be Robin.
He was no used to them now. He couldn't be Batman's protégé. He couldn't be a member of the Young Justice League. He couldn't be a superhero.
He couldn't be Robin.
Who was he then? Dick Grayson? No, Dick Grayson was an acrobat too. He couldn't even do that. He couldn't even be that.
He was useless.
Useless.
Handicapped.
A failure.
The boy slowly took his mask off.
He had failed them. All of them.
Failed his family.
Failed the team.
Failed Batman.
Failed Robin.
And in that moment, Robin, Dick, and everything that he was, fell apart, like a flightless bird in the night sky, falling, falling.
Falling.
Well? Comments? Criticism? Anything? I love reviews, they make me happy (: I'll let you know that its not as bad as it sounds. Robin's condition, I mean. The story will switch to a lighter tone soon, since this is like a prologue thing. Anyways, hope you guys like it! This is kind of to A) experiment and work on my writing and B) to fill in this LACK OF YJ. WHY ARE THERE NO NEW EPISODES? I just started watching during the winter break and immediately fell in love. And now I'm done. And I'm in desperate need for more. I know they're on hiatus, but could they please just hurry up? :C Yeah, so I'm trying to fill my INCOMPLETENESS with this story, as well as reading everyone else's fanfiction. Any fic recs would be lovely. Mainly on Robin, please. Cuz, as you all know, he's amazing.