Robin sat on the grass in front of Beast Boy's grave. He couldn't believe it had been two years since his death, but sure enough, it had been two years. He wasn't sure what had brought him. He normally avoided cemeteries. It brought up too much pain that he struggled to keep down. He only came for the funeral. But last year, after being so distressed, Raven had come here, and had come back to the tower healed. She wasn't in so much pain anymore. Maybe he though that the same could happen for him. He didn't know. He couldn't help but think about how unfair life was. He lost his parents, later on his adopted father, his adopted brother before that, and then, just two years ago, he lost his teammate- no, his brother.

"BB, man, I miss you. We've been cracking down on crime. There isn't a lot of crime anymore. The team is doing good. We all wish you were here. Everyone does. Starfire has gotten better at telling jokes. When we are down, she tells a joke she thinks you would like. That gets us all laughing...BB, it's hard without you. I have to admit it. I lost my parents when I was young. I saw them fall to their deaths. Then, Bruce- Batman- he was killed by the Joker. That was after Jason died. Jason was the second Robin that worked with Batman. Then, you. To be honest, I don't know how much more I can handle. If I lose someone else, I'll go crazy. I hate to say it BB, but I'm on the edge." Robin wasn't sure now why he was spilling all his deepest secrets, but they all just came pouring out. Bye hung his head down, choking back tears. He felt a hand on his shoulder.

"Alright, I've lost my mind." He said once he saw that it was BB who had his hand on Robin's shoulder.

"No, man, I'm here. Don't believe me, the go ask Rae. I talked to her last year. She was having a hard time. I can see you are having a hard time, too.

"I guess there's no point in denying it. Yeah, it's hard. We miss you. You were are little brother. The one that made everyone laugh, even if it was because Raven hit you with something. Now, you're not there. It's... It's really hard. I've dealt with death before. Well, I push it down and take it out in training."

"I know. But the problem is, that's not really dealing with it. After my parents died, I started cracking jokes whenever it was uncomfortable. Then, jokes just became my thing. I never really dealt with my parents death. Neither have you. But we were lucky enough to find people that would love us like we were their own child. The Doom Patrol was my family. They couldn't replace my parents, but they were my family none the less. Like Batman was your dad even though he wasn't your father. And Jason... Well, I don't know that much about him, but you obviously cared for him."

"I was still mad at Bruce when he took Jason in. That made me madder. He replaced me- or that's how I though of it. But when I met Jason, he seemed so fragile. I suppose I was like that too. But he was trying to be tough. And that's what killed him. He though he was tougher than he was. And I couldn't stop it. That's what hurt the most. With Bruce, he was tough. He always had his walls up. But, when he adopted me, I saw his walls starting to come down. He cared for us. But he was a hero, and sooner or later, he was going to slip and get hurt...or killed. And that's exactly what happened."

"I didn't see my parents die. I didn't lose anyone else. You know why?... I wasn't strong enough. You are. It sucks, but you are the only one strong enough to deal with everything that's happened. You will learn and cope with death. You will be strong. It's as simple as that. You have the Titans, too. You guys will stick together and heal each other. That's why you guys are here. To help and heal."

"You know, when my parents fell, when I knew they were gone, I wasn't sad. It wasn't till people expected me to be sad that I was sad. Then, it became nature. To be sad about death. And I'll always miss you. But I do t want to be sad forever."

"So don't be. I don't want you to be either. Remember me for my jokes or something. Forget the sad, remember the happy. Promise me something. Promise me To not live in sadness. To live life, because it can only take a second to live it no more."

"I promise."