A/N - I was heavily inspired by both midnightluck 's amazing Young Justice fanfiction called 'Ten Little Indians' and the poem of Ten Little Indians itself. It's a very dark poem but I thoroughly enjoyed the poem and the flow. Hope you enjoy reading!

DISCLAIMER- I DO NOT OWN DC (although I thoroughly wish I did, but don't we all?)

Four little Robins

Going out to sea

A red herring swallowed one

And then there were three

"Grayson?" Damian asked quietly, looking up to his brother cautiously. Dick narrowed his eyes, before shrugging slightly.

"Who are you?" he asked, "I don't know you."

"I'm your brother!" Damian protested as Bruce came in.

"I don't know any of you! Where are my parents?" Dick retorted angrily.

And that was the day that the first Robin died.

Three little Robins

Walking in the zoo

A bear hugged one

And then there were two

"Batsy isn't coming Jason," the Joker taunted, his face almost torn open from the manic smile that covered his face. Jason glanced at the timer weakly, it was true, Bruce wouldn't make it. Another sharp blow from the crowbar jolted him back to reality as he came face to face with the insane clown.

"Bye bye Jay," he cackled as he pranced out the warehouse. Jason could only shut his eyes when everything turned to dust around him.

And that was the day that the second Robin died.

Two little Robins

Playing with a gun

One shot the other

And then there was one

"Meet my new child," Joker cackled to Bruce, drawing out a child, covered in paint and looking barely human, the boy was barely alive.

"Tim," Batman gasped, his face turning ashen, that was his son.

"Kill him Junior, shoot Batsy now!" the Joker taunted, handing a gun to the small boy. The boy shakily took it, uncontrollable painful giggles escaping his mouth as he did so.

He raised the gun, trembling before turning it around and shooting himself.

And that was the day that the third Robin died.

One little Robin

Left all alone

He went out and hanged himself

"Heretic!" Talia called, "Kill him."

Damian's eyes widened, shocked that his mother would have him killed. The other boy defeated him easily, his life was flashing in his very eyes as he teetered on death's edge. He didn't want to die! This was all a bad dream. Damian struggled violently but crumbled the second his mother uttered the words.

"Kill him," she hissed.

And that was the day the last Robin died.

And then there were none.

A/N-That actually ended up darker than I'd planned it to. Please review, follow and comment!