[I do not own Teen Titans, The Suicide Squad, or any characters mentioned in this story. Flashback time! This one isn't as well done as the other I think. Enjoy it anyway!]

The squad was walking up a large staircase the the final floor when the next flash hit Jericho. He stopped to catch his breath for a moment, looking down the large staircase. But he didn't see floor or stairs, he saw large vats of boiling hot chemical waste.

"What on Earth is this?" Red-X asked as he looked down at the chemicals distastefully.

"Chemical waste. It's said that just one drop can kill you if you're not careful. It was a miracle the Joker made it out alive." A still mundane Jericho answered, trying his hardest to ignore every voice in his head that was screaming at him. There was a long moment silence shared between the two.

"...I told you to stop chasing me." Jason said finally

"I never asked you to follow me here." Jericho retorted with a punctuated glare at the other.

"...I meant it when I said I loved you Jericho. I still mean it. It's just...complicated, right now." Jason said softly.

"I don't care. I...I want this, I want you." Jericho said pitifully as he walked closer to the larger boy, who seemed to be radiating heat that Jericho craved in the cold of the factory.

"...You want this?" Jason asked softly as he dragged a finger softly down the lips that he'd spent whole night laying awake and thinking about.

"Yes." Jericho said simply but strongly.

"Do not say this oath thoughtlessly." Jason said as he laid a hand over Jericho's lips.

"Desire becomes surrender, surrender becomes...power." Jason recited, seeming to feed off of every word.

"...please." Jericho said softly as he laid their foreheads together once again.

"God, you're so...perfect. And, you know that's why I can't have you. Don't you?" Jason said as Jericho closed his eyes and started backing away from him.

"Jason. Do you really love me?" Jericho said cryptically as he peered into the wall in front of him.

"More than anything." Jason said sadly.

"Then you're aware, I have no reason here. I have no...meaning." Jericho continued as he stared vacantly.

"I...I don't...understand…?" Jason said confusedly, not even noticing how close Jericho was getting to the edge of the platform they stood on.

"Without you, I have no reason left to live, Jay." Jericho said sadly as he felt his whole body wobble.

Jason simply shook his head back and forth in confusion.

"Give me back my reason to stay alive, Jason Todd." Jericho said as he stared longingly at Jason's figure and let his body drop into the boiling vat below them.

Just before he hit the water, Jericho could hear a muffled and agonized scream of 'Joey!' but it was muffled by the waste surrounding him. He let the chemicals flood his body, mostly his mind, as the air from his lungs leapt out of his mouth like small dancers.

Jason wasted no time, jumping in right after Jericho and not caring for how his very expensive clothes would be ruined.

Neither boy knew that the vat Jericho had jumped into was one of the test dummies, just oddly colored water with slight chemical in it that wouldn't really hurt a fly.

Jason leapt in after Jericho, swimming to the bottom to grab Jericho's figure and bring it back to the surface. When the two resurfaced, Jericho looked completely knocked out as Jason sadly kissed his slowly awakening form.

When Jericho had finally gasped awake, was when he started listening to what Jason said.

"You are my reason." Said the full out crying boy who was standing there, soaked to the bone in dirty water and waste as he held onto his lifeline like it was a figment of his imagination.

Suddenly Jason yanked Jericho toward him, kissing him roughly and passionately like Jericho had never known. And when they broke apart, Jason just stared longingly at the boy who was now gasping for air from the kiss instead of the chemicals.

"Let me love you, babydoll." Jason said before Jericho launched himself at Jason with another searing, heated kiss.

Jericho yanked himself back to reality when he pointed his cocked pistol at Grant Wilson's head, who stood there in shock.

"Hey, hey, relax. It's me." Grant said softly, though Jericho never moved the pistol. A moment of silence stretched between them.

"Have you ever been in love?" Jericho asked sadly, finally realizing that he was really falling apart without Jason to love him.

"Nah, never." Grant said after some thought.

"Bullshit." Jericho said sadly as Grant scoffed at him.

"Listen, you don't kill as many people as I've killed and still sleep like a kitten if you feel shit like love, Joey." Grant explained as Jericho finally set the pistol down.

"Just another textbook Arkham sociopath." Jericho commented as he smiled at the older boy in front of him.

[This one wasn't as well done as the first flashback I think :/. Either way, Read and Review! Thanks!]