'No one understands me. Not Bruce, not the team or anyone else. I'm on my own. I'm a weak freak that can't do anything right. I should get out of the way of the real hero . . . forever.' These thoughts repeated over and over again, until someone woke me with a firm shake. That person was Br-no . . . Batman.

"Thank God, you're awake." He drew me into a tight hug against his chest while being careful not to touch my wound. His fast heart beat somehow calmed me and lowered my guard. I felt tears prick my eyes.

"H-how long was I gone?" He didn't answer and just hugged me tighter. "D-dad?" I let my tears fall. 'I'm weak and now, I'm making The Batman weak. Why do I even exist?'

"You were gone for a week." He sounded calm but I knew better.

"I-I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault."

"It is."

He hesitantly asked, "What makes you think that?"

"The security was too easily taken down, it was a trap." He pulled away but left his hands on my shoulders. His covered eyes looked at me with emptiness.

"What happened; happened. I'm glad we were able to find you, son." With that said, he handed me my mask and left the Med-bay. I put my mask on and noticed, I was in Mount Justice, which means the other dream didn't happen yet and I can stop it from happening.

The stab wound will be used as a reason for me to stay in the safety of the caves, but I need to fight. I need to feel the rush, the thrill and the . . . the pain. Yes, the pain. Before I even knew what I was doing, I grabbed a pair of scissors from a nearby table and rolled up my left sleeve. I did it. I sliced a thin but not too deep "X" into my arm. The pain was calming, more calming then Batman's hug. I rolled down my sleeve, cleaned the sharp object and grabbed some supplies for my wounds, new and old.

"That night I stayed at the Mountain, I took a shower and felt the stinging pain I felt many times before but this time it made me happy. After that I properly dressed my wounds and had the most sleep I had in a long time.

When I woke up and looked at the clock it was 12:00am. 'I'm late for training!" I ran to the training area, while ignoring the immense pain coming from my stomach.

"S-sorry, I-I over slept." As I tried to catch my breath, I felt a firm hand clasp my shoulder. I looked up and saw Black Canary with the same worried look that Alfred and Bruce had awhile back.

"Robin, Batman took you off of all training and missions for the rest of the month because of your wound." I looked at the team and saw that Black Canary isn't the only one worried.

"B-Batman didn't tell me that. I-I'll go get breakfast . . . I guess." 'Of course he would give me time off. I'm such an idiot.'

After I finished my breakfast, I went back and watched the team train. Everyone has improved since I've been gone. I could tell that Black Canary has been pushing them to their limits. I wish I was training with them but whatever Batman says goes. Speaking of Batman, the female voiced his arrival as he appeared via zeta-tube.

"Robin . . ." He had his serious face on even though I could tell he was slightly nervous. "Will you be able to go to school and attend the charity event tomorrow?" 'Does he realize Artemis lives in Gotham and she knows what charity event he is talking about?!'

"S-sure?" He leans over to whisper in my ear.

"One of my world sources is moving to Gotham and I want you to show his granddaughter around." He straightened himself and took a step back.

"Oh . . . okay. I'll be home around 8:00." Batman nodded and left the mountain. 'New girl . . . I wonder what she looks like . . .'

"-lo, anybody home?"

"W-what?" Kid Flash was standing in front of me and waving his hand in front of my face.

"You okay?"

"Y-yeah, I was just thinking of what tomorrow is going to be like."

I'm so sorry but I can't do this story any more. I never done anything in this story and I don't know where it is going. If you want to, you can continue it. Once again, I'm sorry. :(