Dylan sits with brown crispy curls decaying to dark while her vibrant green eyes are scowling at the bottom of the ocean floor. The ghostly girl didn't know how she came to be in drenching cold water with the pale moonlight, showing a school of fish swim before the petite, short female. She let go of herself for two whole years, despising how she killed her own brother.
"Relax, muffin brand! It's not your fault!" The thick, amused, Australian accent of Ledger Knight chirps in her ear. His warm brown eyes, showing concern for her well being. His blonde curls were always fresh in short waves when the ghost shadow appeared in a good mood.
"I killed Nellie! We were the best of friends!" Dylan practically shouts, blinking to find herself atop the roof of the Titans tower. The small, frail girl was getting ready to abandon ship.
Ledger shrugged his shoulders, tugging her away from the edge. His eyes met the frightened sea green of hers, putting it into perspective.
The cool breeze held true to the twinkling lights of the dark sky. An owl hooting could be heard from nearby, causing both parties to arch their eyebrows.
"Neville got what he deserved! He was a little more interested in you than what you like to believe. Your entire family is corrupt." Ledger softly spoke, apparating in a sitting position on the edge of the roof.
"My actual father happens to be-" Dylan half spoke when Ledger held up a hand to stop her.
"Bruce Wayne? The Batman. Heard it. Don't care. I meant the Covington family." Ledger corrected, gently swaying his legs. He loved the cool air, this time of year.
"What about my adopted family being corrupt?" Dylan asks, recalling how often Red would request to be alone. She didn't think anything off with the redhead who claimed to have fried nerves around a shit ton of people.
Ledger grimaced, overlooking the bustle of the city lights. He felt a frown tug at his lips. Why is he giving information to somebody he was only made to guide?
Dylan swiftly yet clumsily found herself, standing on the edge. She ground her teeth together, glaring down at the pavement below. She kept wondering what life would be like if she could let go of it all.
"Dylan, there's something you should-" Ledger went on to explain when a shout of her name caught her by surprise. He reached for the girl who about lost balance.
"Dylan! Don't!" Dick Grayson called, reaching the brunette. He like the rest of the Titans and her family could not see Ledger. He pulled her off of the edge, placing a hand on each side of her shoulders. His brown eyes were seething with concern.
"Oh, no," Dylan began to rush in explanation. She could see what the blonde, older male was thinking by the worry their. She almost choked up, "I wasn't about to jump."
Ledger lightly chuckled, gaining a glare from her.
"It looked like it." Dick countered, casting a gaze around the rooftop. He noted the night was colder than usual, causing him to shiver upon releasing his grip on Dylan.
Dylan gulped, still needing time to think. She loved her older brother and sister, but one of the two couldn't be bothered to check in on them. She had another older brother and mother out in the world. She could easily leave the Titans behind, but her suspicions of Red held her back.
"I know what it looked like, but I was out here to think. I cannot escape my destiny. As hard as I try." Dylan softly spoke, proving honest with her eyes.
Ledger found the scenario hilarious. If he were in her position than she'd be honest with the former Robin.
"Dyl, you can't keep blaming yourself for Nellie's death. It was an accident." Dick softly voiced, watching her tear up. He saw the pain written in her eyes.
"I still killed my brother. Over some guy who can be a jackass. Yet, Wannabe is still sulking upon his near death experience. What's next?" Dylan held her breath as she spoke in a rush like she were losing oxygen.
"Can I tell you a secret, Dyl?" Dick ran slender fingers through his dirty blonde hair. A sadness mixed with sincerity was surrounding the lean male.
Dylan twisted to face him. She rose an eyebrow as Ledger paled like a rabbit ran across his grave.
Two things were happening at once.
"Go on, Dick-son." Dylan bestowed a new nickname on the former Detective who averted his eyes to everywhere else, but her.
"I killed-" Dick began to spill the beans to her, but the brunette felt as if she were drowning. His sentence cut off as a ringing in her ear caused a fighting migraine.
Dylan tensed, paling, half glancing to a badly shapen Ledger. Her vision blurred. Blood was trailing from the cracked, pale lips of her ghost friend who fell to his knees. Her eyes clouded over with tears. A stab in her heart let a strangled cry escape her throat as tears upon tears poured.
She reached towards Dick, wanting to grab onto somebody steady. She was on the brink of collapsing. Her nightmares kept her awake during the night while her vivid memories of horror ruled the daylight hours.
"Dylan?! Please?!" The soft voice of Jason Todd pleaded in the distant background. His worried blue eyes, begging her to be alright.
The only thing she could hold on to were how blue his eyes were in the right light. The dark head of hair did the lean, stubborn, hothead, wannabe justice. Her opinion was only one of many though. Her bond with the boy was constantly ever growing, causing her to jump in fright at times. She'd know he was in the room before the rest- before he even set foot in the same room as the rest of them.
Dylan wore a soft smile, focusing on the stars. She watched the twinkling lights blur in her view as whoever held her, tightened their grip on her. Is this how she's meant to die?
"You can't die on me, babe!" His soft voice had gone full into panic mode. His breathing had become shallow.
Dylan couldn't understand why his slight concern grew to full on panic. She was the one to hardly keep calm. When she did- it was difficult to keep her pulse rate average. A moment passed with her thoughts, circling back on all she had done. Aside from her lack of romance and desire to write the stories of all those passing through her unto the afterlife; she had done very little to die being proud of.
"Cupcake?" Dylan croaked, blood splurged from her throat, running down her pale cheeks. Her body grew stone cold, leaving her to eye the great beyond.
Jason's tears were her salvation.
They just didn't know it.
