Robin P.O.V

I sat there, my calloused fingers running threw his shiny black hair, caressing the back of his neck as he cried. I didn't want to say anything, and waited for him to start speaking; it was the best way really. It showed that he was ready to speak about it. That was one of the few things that I had actually learned from Nightwing.

During one of our cases, there was a copycat serial killer on the loose. He was imitating Jack the Ripper. Except he wasn't limiting himself to just prostitutes; he was kidnapping any women he could get hold of. It got to me when he abducted the single mother of four. Her name was Mary. Mary Wise.

It was thanks to her that he was caught. Before Mary, Jack the Ripper had only abducted single women, or those with a boyfriend. Her now-orphaned children told the police that she always left work at a certain time, shopped and came home. The killer picked the wrong day, and he was caught. Bits of her body were never found and I had been the one to find her body first.

Nightwing found me training in the Bat cave later that night. As he'd approached I'd collapsed in tears.

"Rob." Superboy began croakily, pulling me out of my memories. "Rob." He repeated as he managed to sit up, looking very much his young age as he wiped away his tears. "It was horrible Rob. There were so many people calling for help, and-and I couldn't help them all! I-I… Rob, the entire Justice League was there and I felt like they were all expecting me to-to do it all so easily."

I slipped an arm round his shoulders and pulled him against me, leaning his head on my shoulder as his pain slipped out. It reminded me of No Mans Land. I wasn't there, but I wished to be so badly to help; but like earlier today I was told no, and had to try and help him in other ways. But it must have been harder for someone with the power and strength to be able to do it and the standards that made it feel like failing even when he was wasn't.

"The League was doing it all so easily, even the one's that aren't full-time members, like Green Arrow! And I seemed to be the only about to fall apart because of it. They sent me home to rest along with a few others, and they want me back again tomorrow after I've slept. But I-I-I just don't feel like I can!" The tears welled up again and it was all I could do to remember we were on a bed before he was lying on me again. This time on my chest, his muscular form holding my thin frame to the bed.

One arm wrapped around his waist the other rubbing his back we lay like this for nearly an hour, a mixture of talking, cry and reassuring. I even shared a couple of my tales that had left me and some of the others in the same state.

He eventually fell asleep, one arm pressing me to him, too strong to remove; so pulling off my cape some how from our closely pressed bodies, I let myself drift off to sleep.