Robin wanted to say that life is easy. But it wasn't. He wanted to tell them that everything would be okay. But it wasn't going to be. He knew. Watching a person die in front of you is horrifying. No matter that they are, nor their sins, was it still painful. Because he knew, that everyone was born without sin. And that was what made him realize…

Just how much one person could mean to the world.

Someone once told Robin, that there are no victories, only battles. And where you make your last stand matters, but it's even better when you find someone who will always be beside you, no matter what. He didn't realize this until he saw the light fade from his mother's eyes. That was his decision to make, and no one should carry his burdens. He was going to find Zucco, no matter the costs, and once he was found and put behind bars, Robin would make sure to visit week after week and ask him why. Why his parents? Why that night?

Because he needed answers better than money issues.

Robin didn't give a damn about money. He had lived on both sides of the scale, and there weren't any differences. Not one, they were all the same. You still had burdens to bear, both being wealthy or poor. He needed to know why, and there wasn't going to be any stopping him. Whether or not you make that last stand, it was always your choice. And the world remains the same. Battles lead to violence and gore, eventually everyone on that field has to make a last stand.

Even if they didn't want to.

That was the downside of being a hero. You had your last stand, but what mattered was if you were forgiven for the sins you made. And Robin his many behind his costume. Some were small, and others were secrets that should be locked away forever, and even so…Robin knew his rights.

But rights meant nothing without any sins.

When he got his hands on Zucco, he'd be sure to make the man pay for what he did. And Robin thought of that every day. His burdens, his sins, his rights, and his last stand. They were all going to happen at some point, and even so, what was most important, was who you had standing beside you.

Because an error must always be corrected.

AUTHOR'S NOTES:

This one wasn't as good I think. I had to write about this, because I had JUST finished the season finale of Castle. My favorite TV show. That one made me cry a lot. I would love to tell you guys all about it, but I'm too whelmed. Sadly, I must say that this story will continue…but it might not make a lot of sense. This one had no plot; I was just trying to ease my sadness of one of my favorite characters dying, and the other getting shot at the funeral.

Oddly short, yes. I was writing out my thoughts. This is a drabble, remember, and some of them might not have any plots. So, consider this as a filler.

Disclaimer: I do not own Young Justice, nor the chapter content based on concepts from Castle.