AN:

Alright, first time in a long time I've gotten writer's block. I guess it wasn't that bad though, because it only lasted three days. And in those three days, I wrote a one shot, so…I don't even know if that's considered writer's block. Whatever. All I know is that I finally have a plot line plotted out for this story. Until now, I've just been writing as I go, but now I know exactly where I want to go with this. And I had one review ask me how many chapters are left. I have to admit-I honestly have no clue. At least over five, maybe over ten. I'm really not sure at this point, sorry! Anyway, I'll stop with the blabbing and just get on with the story. YJ © DC

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"Thank you, Wally. It actually means a lot to know that." Robin said.

Wally listened to his best friend sniffling to catch his breath and tears. Had Robin not been his best friend, he would have actually considered the boy cute at the moment. He felt Robin's arms wrap around his back, pulling Wally closer. The younger boy pushed his face further into the older's chest and continued to cry. Wally looked down at his best friend in disbelief for a moment before caressing the boy's back.

Robin had never been a "touchy-feely person", so his act of embrace surprised Wally.

"You okay, Rob?" Wally asked his friend.

Robin glanced up at his older friend. "Not really, but I guess I'm fine."

"You want to talk about it more?"

"I guess I could try." Robin said. He released his grip on his friend and moved so he was sitting beside the boy. He wiped his eyes and tried to make himself stop crying. "I'm not used to talking things out. What now?"

Wally couldn't help but let out a small chuckle. "What's so funny?" Robin asked, sounding both a little annoyed and a little surprised.

"You just sound so…naïve."

"Oh, thanks." Robin said while rolling his eyes. "But…I'm serious. What now?"

"Well, I'm not sure if you want to answer this or not, but just try to." Robin looked at his friend nervously before nodding his head. "What happened on that day?" The moment Wally asked, he heard Robin starting to breathe heavily, attempting to contain his tears. "Rob, it's okay to cry."

The younger boy took off his sunglasses and placed them beside him. He proceeded to burst into tears and cover his face with his hands. "T-they fell. And I-I saw their b-bodies." He stuttered trying to talk through his tears. "They w-were covered in b-blood."

Wally's eyes widened in horror. "What do you mean they fell?"

"T-they were a-acrobats."

"The trapeze…" Wally thought aloud. He looked down at his friend who was nodding in agreement. "And I called it weird…Robin, I'm so sorry, I didn't know that's where the trapeze was from."

"I-it's okay. I just…n-need to remember t-them."

"How did they fall?"

"M-murdered."

"What?" Wally asked, completely shocked.

"I-I'm sorry. I d-don't really f-feel like talking a-about it right n-now."

"It's okay, Robin. You don't have to if you don't want to." He reached around his best friend's shoulder and pulled the younger boy against his chest once again. Robin buried his face in Wally's chest and continued to cry.

After a few minutes, Wally noticed Robin's gasping had stopped, which most likely meant the boy had stopped crying. Wally looked down and saw that his best friend had fallen asleep against his chest. Wally placed his hand under Robin's head for support as he stood up. He gently laid his friend on the hospital bed, being careful not to wake him. Once Robin was laying down, Wally started walking to the door. He stopped when he heard Robin say something.

"W-Wally?" The younger boy asked. Wally looked back at his friend and saw that he was still asleep. Did Batman really train him well enough to hear that well while he was asleep?

He walked over to his friend and sat back down in the chair beside the hospital bed. Sure the chair was hard and he was most likely going to have a back-ache in the morning, but if it meant helping his best friend, Wally would do anything for Robin.

He allowed himself to drift off into a light sleep, making sure he could hear Robin if the boy called for him during the night.

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In the morning, Robin awoke to see his friends all standing in the room he was in. He quickly shut his eyes, grabbed his glasses, and placed them over his eyes before any of his friends noticed he was awake. After Robin reached for his glasses, they all realized he was awake and directed their attention to the boy.

"How are you feeling?" Kaldur asked.

"Better." He replied, looking over at Wally. That talk he had with Wally really did make him feel better. While it was strange for Robin to actually let out his emotions in front of people, he had to admit he felt a lot better after he did. He also knew Wally well enough to know he wouldn't hold the experience over his head.

"Glad to hear that." Megan said while smiling.

"How's your hand?" Superboy asked.

"It still hurts, but its better." Robin answered.

"Does it look any better?" Kaldur asked.

Wally visibly shuttered after hearing Kaldur's question, which caused Robin to begin lightly cackling. "What do you think, Wally? Does it look any better?" Robin teased his best friend.

"Not cool dude." Wally replied.

"What? It was just a simple question." Robin said while smirking.

Though he was glad to see Robin acting like his old joking self, Wally couldn't help but feel that it was all just an act. After he had seen Robin just…completely break, the boy couldn't help but wonder if that's what Robin was always feeling on the inside. Batman said Robin always kept it together on the outside. So, what if Robin's whole cheery, joking around persona was just an act to keep everyone from worrying about him?

"Yeah, yeah." Wally said while walking over to his best friend and ruffling his hair.

"Do you feel like getting up?" Kaldur asked Robin.

"Yeah, I can stand." Robin said. The Boy Wonder shifted himself so his legs were leaning off the edge of the hospital bed, before letting his feet hit the ground. He hesitated for a second after hitting the ground, but Wally caught him before he fell.

"You okay, Rob?" Wally asked while holding his best friend around his shoulders to keep him up.

"Yeah." Robin said, shaking Wally off and standing up. "I'm fine. So, what are we doing?" Robin asked.

"They're training. You're not." Black Canary said as she walked in the room.

"Rob's not training with us?" Wally asked.

"No. Not until his hand heels." Black Canary said. "Now why don't you four go ahead to the training room. I'll meet you there in a minute."

Robin and Black Canary stood in place as they watched the rest of the team leave the room and start walking down the hall. After they left, Black Canary turned to look at Robin. She placed her hand on his shoulder before talking. "You okay?" She asked. "How's your hand looking?"

"Well, it's bad enough to make Flash Boy faint." Robin said.

"Flash Boy?" Black Canary asked while smirking.

"People call him Flash Boy all the time. He gets pretty mad if you call him that."

"That could come in handy…" She said, causing Robin to laugh. "Good to see you're feeling better. Now, care to tell me why your face is tear-stained?"

"W-what?" Robin asked. His eyes widened beneath his shades.

"Next time you cry, make sure you wipe off your face." Black Canary looked down at Robin and saw the boy was lightly blushing, so she decided to change the subject. "How about we change the bandaging on your hand?"

"We could try getting the glass out." Robin said. He was thankful that she decided to change the subject before pursuing the tear matter any further. How she noticed that, the boy would never know. It wasn't that obvious…was it?

Robin walked to one of the sinks and looked at the mirror. "How did you know I was crying?" He asked Black Canary.

"It's all over your face."

"Where?"

"So the Boy Wonder doesn't know how to tell if someone's been crying?" She asked. "Guess Batman didn't teach you that. Allow me." She stood next to Robin and pointed directly below his eye. "You have dark circles under your eyes. When a person's been crying, they look different than usual eye bags. Not to mention that your eyes have stains from dried water below them."

"Well…do you think anyone noticed?" Robin asked.

"No, I don't think they picked it up." Black Canary reached into one of the drawers and pulled out a roll of gauze. "The question is; why do you care?"

"I just…don't want them worrying."

"About…?"

"Nothing. It's nothing." Robin lied. He started to unwrap his hand to distract the woman from probing him any further. The cut looked just as bad as it did when Wally fainted from seeing it the night before.

"That needs stitches." Black Canary said upon seeing the boy's cut.

"I know. But first; the glass needs to come out. That's going to be painful." Robin shuttered at the thought of the glass being pulled out from his hand.

"That…will require surgery." Black Canary said. "I'll be right back." She exited the room and Robin heard her footsteps fade as she walked down the hall. The boy turned on the sink and splashed some water on his face, following Canary's advice on how to get the tear-stains off of his face.

When Black Canary returned a few minutes later, Robin started to laugh as he saw Wally walk in with her. "You want him to perform surgery on me!"

"No. I brought him to talk with before surgery." Black Canary said. "I called an actual surgeon to perform surgery on you."

"I can stitch it myself. I've done it before." Robin said.

"What about the glass?" Black Canary asked.

"I could probably pull that out."

"Without bleeding to death?" Canary said.

"Probably not…"

"Then you see my point. I'll leave you two alone now. I'll be back when the surgeon gets here." Black Canary said before exiting the room once again.

"So, how are the nerves?" Wally asked.

"I'm doing alright. I've never had a surgeon perform surgery on me, though. It's always been either I perform surgery on myself or Batman patches me up-I've never had some random stranger do it for me. Sounds a little unreliable."

"I've had surgery before. A lot of people have. Most of them survive." Wally said, trying to encourage his friend.

"Most?" Robin asked, looking a little concerned. "And the others?"

"Let's not go into that topic." Wally said. The boy nervously laughed, and Robin followed his best friend's lead. "It's not like it's heart surgery though. It's just your hand. I've never heard of anyone dying from hand surgery."

"People die from bee stings all the time. I'm having someone with a scalpel cutting into my hand to remove a piece of glass. What if they cut my vein and couldn't fix it?"

"Rob, that's not going to happen-you're psyching yourself out. They're not going to get some random hobo off the street to perform surgery on you-The League will find a professional to do it."

"Yeah, I guess you're right. Thanks, Wally." Robin said. He smiled at his friend, who happily returned the gesture.

"You're not going to love hearing this," Black Canary said while walking into the room. "But the surgeon's here."

A man who looked to be in his lower thirties entered the room behind Black Canary. He had short black hair, pale skin, and a round face. He was only a few inches taller than Wally. Then man wore a white lab coat overtop what appeared to be a collared white shirt, and black pants. "Robin, this is Dr. Miller."

"Nice to meet you." The doctor said. He held out his hand for Robin to shake. The boy grabbed the doctor's hand with his non-injured hand and shook it. "How about you show me your other hand?"

Robin lifted his injured hand and the doctor grabbed the boy's wrist so he was holding Robin's hand to his face. "How exactly did you do this? There's glass lodged in this cut."

"I punched my mirror." Robin explained.

"Why?" The doctor asked.

Robin looked at Wally before answering. He remembered the talk he had with Wally. His friend had proven he was just as much of a hero as anyone on the team. He also helped Robin realize that it's okay to miss the people you love and let it all out. Most importantly, Wally let Robin know that although he no longer had his parents to support and comfort him, the young boy still had his team-no, his friends. They would be there when he needed them to be. He had Aqualad, Megan, Superboy…Wally, and Bruce. They would be there for him no matter what.

For the first time in his life since the accident, Robin realized that he had a family. Sure they weren't his "real" family, but they were just as good. They loved him, and they would do anything for him.

"Why did I punch my mirror?" Robin asked. The doctor nodded his head before Robin continued. "I have to admit, I honestly don't know anymore." Robin smiled and looked over at his best friend. "I thought I was alone, but…I'm not."

AN:

Yeah, so that chapter was mainly fluffy filler chapter, but it's leading into the next plot point of the story. The reason I've been updating slowly is because I'm playing the keyboard for my school musical, and everyday I've been having rehearsal until 8 PM. The play performance is next weekend, so after that I should start updating every other day like I was when I started this story. Until then, I'm sorry, but expect slower updates, usually one every three-four days. Please keep reviewing though, and I'll try to keep updating regularly.