And if I don't belong who would have guessed it

I don't have Batman anymore… or Alfred… and I left behind my superhero life, so I don't have Wally anymore… who do I have left? No one… I have no one… I have nowhere to go…

Tears still fell from Richard's blue eyes as he walked on the side of the gravel roads, wandering, lost. He had no where left to go. He had no one left to go. He could trust no one. He just kept walking, hearing the sound only of his own soft sobs and the crunching of the gravel beneath his feet.

I'm just a useless surplus. I'm an extra. The word doesn't need me anymore… can I go back to the orphanage? No, that's going to be the second place Batman looks, the first being Mount Justice… What do I care? Where do I go? Well… there has to be somewhere that surpluses and extras go…

He felt in his pocket for his cell phone which he had turned off long ago. He knew that it'd be stupid, but he knew what to do. It was really stupid, but he knew what to do. He turned it on quickly and dialed a number that he had memorized.

"H-Hello…?"

"Hey… it's Robin… can you… do me a favor?" he asked, his sobs making it hard to talk.

"Robi-… oh… are you okay? Wha- why the hell are you calling me? It's like, half past midnight!"

Richard wiped tears from his eyes.

"I don't have time. I'll explain later. Can you meet me at that gas station down in Gotham?"

"Ugh… only 'cause I love ya… be there in thirty minutes."

"Thanks."

Richard turned the phone off again and stared at it.

He could be tracking my cell phone…Richard frowned and dropped the phone to the ground and smashed it hard beneath his sneakers.

There, problem solved… now to go to Gotham…

The boy just continued walking down the road, his tears glistening in the feint moon light. Passing cars watched him carefully, but no one slowed. Even if they had, Richard would have declined their rides. He was walking to Gotham. If his friend couldn't help him, then he just didn't fit in anymore. He still had the objects from his utility belt if all else failed. Just place one on his tongue, close his mouth and death would be peaceful he supposed. It was simple and painless. His eyes would just close and he'd never wake up again. He'd go somewhere that he fit in. He'd be where he belonged… unless his friend helped him, which he doubted.

"I'm a fugitive… he won't help me," Richard thought to himself, depressed.

His hand still throbbed, but he ignored it. The bloody trail on the gravel would soon fade and Batman would never find his little Robin again.

It's what you get, asshole… You don't grow a tree for a long while only to chop it down. You don't fill a child with false hopes, only to say that everything he knew is wrong…

He found a sneeze suddenly sound and echo about the darkness.

"Bless you…" he whispered to himself, knowing that no one else would tell him that.

He just kept walking until he saw a sign that gave him hope.

Gotham City: 4 miles. He was getting there…

Tears hurt, blood hurts, but my friend's coming over… she'll ease my pain…