Disclaimer- If I have to type the word "disclaimer" one more frickin' time, my brain is going to explode.

Note- The bold italics are Robin's memories . . .

Chapter 25

Curled up in a ball on his bed, his hands covering his ears as tears rolled softly down his pale face. Red tried to block the images of what he had just witnessed but they knocked down his attempts and flashed their horrible images.

Red's mother on the ground, blood trickling down the side of her face.

Slade's monotone voice as he told Red that if he had done what he had been asked to do, this wouldn't have happened.

The knife of pain and guilt that had dug deep into his heart.

His mother's dead face.

Stop! Stop! I didn't know this would happen! It's not my fault!

But no matter how Red repeated this to his heart and the images, he couldn't believe it. He KNEW it was his fault. He KNEW that his mother would be holding him if he hadn't listened to her.

RED KNEW.

_Different Memory_

"Again."

Red's body ached with pain but did as he was told and once again tried to knock Slade to the ground. But moments later, Red was on the ground again with blood tricking down his arm from his shoulder.

"Again."

Red wanted to smash that face in SO BADLY but knew if he tried, he'd end up with more than a few bruises. So, feeling as if he had no choice, Red got up once again and attacked Slade with more force that he had put his anger into.

_Another Memory_

Red hopped off the bus with his backpack on his back, plans of running away rolling around his mind. But first, he had to visit his mother's grave . . . After all, it had been a year since her death. If anything, he owed her that.

A few minutes later, Red was standing before her grave with a strange expression on his young face.

". . . Mom . . . I'm leaving."

Honestly, Red had planned on saying more than that but after a year with Slade without his mother there to protect him, Red's heart had hardened itself to the point that he couldn't even tell his own mother his true feelings.

Turning, Red walked away with a single goal in mind . . .

. . . Running till he could run no more.

With a gasp, M'gann and the others jerked awake with their hearts aching with emotions that didn't belong to them.

"What the crap was that?" Red Arrow asked with a groan as he sat up painfully.

"That was Robin's memories . . . the ones he was thinking about when he placed the flowers on her grave," M'gann explained as Superboy rushed to her side to help her up.

Artemis rubbed the place where her heart laid underneath. "Then why do I feel his emotions that he was feeling in those memories?"

"Because they were so intense that they practically made up half of those memories," M'gann explained again as she and Superboy helped their teammates to their feet.

" . . . What a sad childhood . . . No wonder Robin is like how he is," Aqualad murmured, sympathy flooding his heart.

"You could say that again," Kid Flash said absentmindedly, his thoughts currently somewhere else.

Aqualad sensed this. "What is it?"

Kid Flash shook his head, his eyes focused on Robin's mother's grave. " . . . Nothing."

"Oh, no. You're not doing that again. What is it, Wally? Do you know what Robin's about to do besides give himself up to Slade?" Red Arrow said, his arms crossed.

Kid Flash shuffled his feet uneasily. " . . . I'm not sure but . . ."

"But what?" Superboy asked, the suspense tensing the air.

" . . . I think Robin's going to do something very stupid."

"Like?" Artemis asked him.

" . . . Like setting Slade up so he can kill Slade AND himself at the same time."

_Robin's POV_

Robin had just sent Slade a message that said to come to Warehouse 13, the warehouse that Robin had just set to blow the moment Slade walked in the door.

This is may be my punishment but that doesn't mean I'm just going let Slade terrorize my friends and innocent people. I'm going to take him down with me.

Robin's heart clenched at that thought, it not being so used to the idea that it only had mere minutes to live. But Robin didn't know what else to do. If Robin wasn't here, he couldn't make sure that Slade was dead. And besides . . . Robin needed to be punished for being the cause for his mother's death.

I'll see you soon, Mom . . . That is, if I don't get sent to Hell for this . . .

A/N- Please review! This was published on 6-9-12 (in some time zones, this was published on 6-8-12) with the length of words.