Note: I forgot to mention that I don't own this. also that this may turn into a SxR fic if the revier (singular �) alows it!

P.O.V Robin

Batman had me hacking into computer systems to leak small amounts of money. Many of the multi-millionaires that wouldn't cough up when Bruce Wayne asked them to would find themselves short a couple of thousand pounds.

Or more.

It would all be anonymously donated to help the orphans and newly homeless people that would undoubtedly need it.

Batman and Robin weren't needed, not even Nightwing, Batgirl or Oracle, so Batman had us pinching tiny amounts of money from different people and companies. I swear he only had us doing this so that Superman would be annoyed at him and they'd have make up sex.

Sicko.

The fact that we couldn't do more than borrow large amounts of money from rich people was digging in to me a bit. One thing that was heavily popular in the Bat Clan was, hating the feeling of frustration when they couldn't help. I knew Superboy was out there helping, probably rescuing loads of good looking holiday girls.

I'd been finished a while and my fingers were feeling better after the speed typing, but it was then that Superboy flew in. I only glanced up and looked back at my book before freezing and looking back up quickly. Now Young Justice has been going about a year now. Yeah we split up so other people could do the things they wanted to or needed to, like Imp having to join Flash in some big universal thing, and Arrowette going to counseling with her mom.

And I've known Superboy for longer than Young Justice has been together so I know him better than the others, but you didn't have to be a genius to see something was troubling him. The fact that he was flying only a few feet off the floor and his shoulders were so slumped, I'm surprised his jacket hadn't slipped off them yet.

But it wasn't just that; the look on his face was one that I'd seen sometimes on my own or on the others of the Bat clan when things got really bad. It was a look of utter hopelessness, the expression that is seen on the faces of those that have been through hard times, but nothing compared to what they have to do then: take a trip through hell and back.

He carried on to his room, completely ignoring me and I was more grateful than I thought I could be, that Impulse was gone and so were the girls. None of them would have been any use, being loud and annoying they would have just made him more depressed. They had never experienced the horrors I had; they would not understand, they were all good fighters and some of them were even smart when needed to be. But you needed to have seen things that would give you nightmares to understand.

"Superboy?" I called out.

There was no answer from him as I slipped my head round the corner of his door. He was sitting on his bed and leaning on the wall, his legs curled up against his chest with his arms around them. If any of the others were here he would have been angry and gone ballistic at them, shouting that nothing was wrong and burying what was wrong. If that happened it would take me months to get it to the surface again; it would be terrible for him to buy pain of this magnitude.

Last time something like this had happened it wasn't as bad as this horror. Last time the problem had been he'd been dealing with someone that had abducted and abused young children. He'd been the one that had first burst in on the scene, and he'd buried it so deep that it only appeared in his nightmares.

This time I was going to try and help while the situation was still fresh.

Moving up to him I kneeled on the bed in front of him, leaning down and looking into his blank eyes. I took my gloves off and used my finger to lift his chin up so that he was looking me in the face; that was all that it took as I watched his eyes fill up with tears and he launched himself at me.

Seconds later he was leaning on my lap, crying his eyes out. He appeared tough, maintained a façade of uncaring-ness, but being a superhero can wear down the most persistent of people sometimes, and Kon-El was no different. He appeared tough, and he was, no question, but sometimes he needed a chance to cry and not feel ashamed when someone comforted him.