Hi my fellow bluebirds!

I know I haven't uploaded anything for a long time so I wrote this and figured out a plot for this with the help of PikaWings! (Love her). It got pretty intense, then I lead to other things and such.

So before you start reading, go to YouTube, type up a really sad song that makes you upset. Like sad piano music. If you can't I suggest 'Lucas King Isolation' or 'Lucas King Hurt' because you can hear the betrayal in it and that's what this story is about. (Isolation works the best, just saying..).

Warning: Character death, betrayal and a lot of fells that will end your life as we speak.

So sit back, grab yourselves some tissues and...

ENJOY!

Robin attempted to crawl his way out of the rubble trapping his legs but they were motionless. They were numb and useless, he was paralysed from the waist down but it didn't stop the agonising pain from shooting through his tired body.

They left him, they ran, they fled. They left him here to die.

Robin felt disappointed, sad, hurt but most of all, betrayed. He also felt ashamed, ashamed for thinking they were his friends...

His family.

He should have cut himself off, he shouldn't have gone with Batman to join him to their headquarters, he shouldn't have let Wally near him, call him a brother, he should have supported Roy with his decision, he shouldn't have set Superboy free and give him a name and acknowledge and comfort him when he was ignored or tossed aside by Superman. He shouldn't have made Artemis feel at home, he shouldn't have talked to her, he shouldn't have stuck up for her when Wally screamed at her, he shouldn't have let her be his friend. He shouldn't have done many things, and he knew, they were the things he would live to regret in his final moments.

The only thing that Robin regretted the most was not telling Bruce, his dad, that he loved him one last time, tell him how grateful he was for having him and making sure he had the best life with everything he did. He didn't hug him, he only waved and flied towards his death. His terrifying, unwanted death.

He wondered if anyone would miss him after he was gone. The team wouldn't but Bruce and Alfred would. He wondered if Bruce would be able to move one, to forgive the team. He wanted Bruce to remember him before he was broken, before when he was smiling, running around. Not dead.

Robin wondered what he did to deserve this. He was a good person, right? He didn't do anything wrong. He just wanted to make his parents proud. Now, how was he going to?

He had everything planned, his future. He was going to go to university, work as a policeman to ensure the streets were safe. Maybe even change his outfit to show his adulthood. But even if that didn't work out, he wanted just to be home with Bruce. Just being happy and not letting anything tear them apart. Robin could feel the future ripping away, catching fire, watching it turn into nothing like a candle blown away by the bitter bite of cold air in winter. Nothing left but smoke, carried away, then gone.

Robin had tried earlier to get the team to help him. They just ran.

"Wally, help me out!" Robin called, trapped already. Wally stopped but the others kept going, Conner carried Megan, who was faint due to the fire while the others ran. Wally just stood there, scared. Robin could see the look in his eyes, shocking Robin truly. All he saw was desperation and confusion... He was looking at Robin as if they never met. Robin knew his decision was made, he wasn't going to help.

Artemis then came back, glancing at Robin, and stepped forward. Robin's eyes lit up in hope but diminished as Artemis froze, running away in terror with Wally as she heard the maniacal laugh of the Joker. "Guys, come back, you can't just leave me here! Wally! Artemis!" Robin called out, hearing their footsteps fade away. "Anybody..." Robin whispered weakly. He bit back the tears and attempted again to pull himself out of the wreckage.

He felt the ground shake as the bioship raised off the ground. Robin felt dread fill him, that moment, they were going to be careless and raise off in full speed, making the building even more unstable.

The rushing of air silenced Robin's scream as another large chunk of rock added onto the strain on Robin's leg. He let his whole body fall to the ground, no longer letting his arms support his upper body. He panted repeatedly, trying to control amount of pain became visible with each breath he took.

Robin started to cough like a hag as the smoke entered his lungs. They just kept getting stronger, wracking his whole body, and bringing up bright, crimson red blood from his lips, dribbling out from his mouth, down his chin and onto the floor, forming a puddle. The blood spelling out his death, written by his team, spilled by him. Death was awaiting him; Robin knew it as he shivered due to the lack of heat. He could just see the grim reaper in his blood as it reflected in the fire lit room. His hood covering his hollow eyes, all he did was hold out a skinless, clean skeletal hand towards him.

His death was inevitable.

Robin wiped his mouth and did the first thing that popped into his head. He quickly turned on his holocomputer; if he was going to die, he wanted to tell Bruce he loved him. Robin fists clenched as he saw his holocomputer wasn't working, it was all static.

Robin suddenly froze as he heard a creak coming from above him. Robin fearfully looked up and watched, terrified, as the enormous support beam on the ceiling suddenly fall was being dragged down by gravity then stopped by the thick metal rods that were now very rusty because of the fire. It wasn't going to be long before it fell, crushing the little bird beneath it.

Robin calmed his breathing again with great struggle. He was going to die there. He wasn't going to be saved. Bruce wouldn't be able to save him. Robin didn't mind though; Bruce would always be his hero...

Robin dipped his two fingers into his blood and started to write on the floor. A short message was all he could do to his best ability. It was only then that Robin left his tears fall. He looked back up at the beam as it moved again. Robin knew all it needed was one last drag for the metal to break and end his life.

Robin finished his message and lied down as he heard the last creak before it started to fall. Everything was flying through Robin's head as it fell. He remembered his family, how he would sit in front of the fireplace with them on cold nights and his mom would sing to him while his dad cradled him in his arms. More tears streamed down Robin's face as he closed his eyes just as it made its destination...

All that was heard was the beyond sickening crack of Robin's broken body. All that could be seen was Robin's forearm at the exact place where he finished writing. All that could be seen moving was the blood gathering around the front of the beam, where Robin's arm lay...

Maybe if you looked closely into the blood, Robin would be seen being dragged away against his will. Maybe you would hear him scream as he was clawed away...

Maybe you would have seen the look of hatred and tears as Robin finally gave up and let himself be taken...

Maybe, just maybe, you would have heard the song his mother used to sing to him as he did in his last moments. Maybe you would have been able to hear how haunted and beautiful she sounded, as her voice bounced quietly around the room and was carried away by the wind...and into the air of the City of Gotham, a city of death, and of murk and danger.

Maybe you would have been able to save him.

Come with me, and you'll be in a world of your imagination...