The whole team looks shaken up. Then again, they've been looking shaken up for days. Because of Failsafe. Robin closes his eyes.
FLASHBACK
"You knew we wouldn't survive- and you, you came on purpose?" Reyna looks at him with big eyes he can't, admittedly, really see. But they're beautiful.
"Go! Shadow travel out of here! M'gann and J'onn is already out!" he shouts.
"I won't leave you." She says.
"You have to, Reyne. We can't leave Wally." Reyne, please.
"Robin…." She looks at him.
"Go!" He shouts and pushes her towards the shadows.
"No." Reyne says. What?
"Please Reyne!" he shouts.
"No. I'm not leaving you guys here." Stupid Reyna! She has to go!
"Reyna… I love you." 5 seconds.
"And I'll be with you forever." He doesn't know what comes over him, he kisses her, just on the cheek, and shoves her back, separating him and her with the metal fireproof wall.
On the other side of the wall, he hears Reyna screaming and banging her hands against the wall pointlessly.
Goodbye, Reyne. I love you.
His body is engulfed in fire.
FLASHBACK END
"Robin? Robin!" Artemis is shaking him.
"What?" he peers up at her.
"Your turn."
He makes an oh with his mouth, then goes inside. Next to him, the next person moves up a seat- Reyna.
"Now… Robin, let's talk about Operation Failsafe."
They're ten minutes into the conversation when he starts to cling onto every word.
"I don't… I don't want to be the Batman anymore." He says, burying his face in his hands. Images flash through his mind.
'Go!' Kaldur says.
Artemis is zapped by the beam.
Wolf leaps in front of Superboy.
Wally's scared look.
The bomb.
Shadow staring at him.
"Robin!" He snaps back into reality.
"Yeah?" Why am I having it the worst?
You stayed alive for so long in that nightmare. A voice says.
And you're not having it the worst, the voice says again. M'gann is.
"Let's talk about Shadow and your reaction." Black Canary's looking at him intently.
"I have to go." Robin stands up, opens the door and walks through the corridor. In the hallway, he sees Shadow's sunglassed eyes. He sees his reflection in them, angry yet scared, a boy playing tough.
I hate myself, he says.