Disclaimer: So i was watching Teen Titans and I remembered how much fun the story was. Unfortunately I have absolutely no claim on it, or anything DC owned. Like Young Justice! Sorry, don't own it peoples.

Okay, I'll admit this one's kinda a filler, but Dick's gotta face these things. Mostly just dick thinking of this adventures up til the series hiatus started again. So here he's going to figure out exactly what he's influenced or other events he's participated in, just not how yet. And he really is a sensitive fellow isn't he? =D

Without Me

Ch. 7 – Consequently

It was harder for him to swallow than he thought. Robin was glad the gym's lights were based off a sensor and not a switch, because that meant not moving would darken the room. If he wanted a little privacy in this place, a place to hide, all he had to do was keep still. It also kept others from sneaking up on him. Even the Flash couldn't beat the sensors.

Once he was in the room, he found a corner with less sensors and angled himself so his back faced the cameras, and sat down. He took off his glasses and rubbed his head as he tried to clear it.

This wasn't his world, so of course everything could be different. Barry, Clark and J'onn seemed the same, but Batman, Oliver and Dinah weren't. He hadn't seen Red Tornado the other day. He should have known he wouldn't be there. He should have…

Dick couldn't stop the tears from coming out. Red Tornado was the one who taught him how to rewire machines. It was mostly to help him get put back together, but it was still something they shared. Red Tornado tried to understand them, despite being a machine and unable to feel emotions. He still tried. He always listened and he never judged a person by their age. Out of the whole League, he was the only one who let them take action without supervision. Mostly he seemed to be there in case the kids did something juvenile in the cave. He was less of a baby-sitter than any other Leaguer who tried to take his place.

They saved him. Him and his team. Red Tornado saved the world from red robots and T.O. Morrow. The team only saved a Leaguer. Their friend.

Dick bit his lip, trying to stop his tears and shaking. How much did his team mean to his world? Just how much had they done? Belle Reve, the mission Conner and M'gann started dating after, apparently fell. Without the alien couple, it seemed disaster struck. Very heavy on the dis. The Injustice Society, the time Kaldur put on Fate's helmet to save the day after he and M'gann took down the plants attacking the world. The time he fought Joker alone. Who knew how badly that turned out. Flash said it was a disaster.

What about their other missions? Santa Prisca? Amazo? Doctor Roquette and the FOG? Bialya? India and the Brain? What of those? Had the FOG managed to get into Wayne Tech? What about that Kobra Venom? Was Amazo still out there?

And then there were the adventures his team had when he wasn't around. Like when Kent Nelson died and Fate's helmet became part of their souvenirs. Or when Black Manta attacked Atlantis over some overgrown starfish. Or when Roy had to defend Lex Luthor in Taipei. And then there as Conner's adventure fighting Intergang and learning about Apokolips and New Geneses. And how could he forget hearing about Artemis and Zatanna's adventures in Manhattan fighting Harm.

He'd heard every story, knew about every incident. And every time these things happened, his team was there. They made things right.

But here the team didn't exist.

All because Robin didn't exist.

Guilt flooded him. Not for being Robin, but for Robin not being there. He had no idea how much rode on his back. Once there was a time he thought the world would be better without him. When he was eight, his parents just barely in their graves, he wished he fell with his parents. Wished so hard, he thought he would die.

But he didn't. Not in his world at least. Instead he was taken in by Bruce Wayne. He found the batcave. He became Robin. And he stayed in the game. He met the League. He befriended Speedy, Kid Flash and Aqualad. They grew up together, joined forces, found Superboy. They made a team. And all of it started with him.

Maybe this world was made because of his grieving wish. Maybe it existed because of a moment's choice. He was supposed to leap onto his mother's hands in the act, but he saw the sudden change in their faces and the tension in the ropes alter. He hesitated. That hesitation saved his life. His parents knew something was wrong, and they knew they were going to die. His instincts to not jump that one time saved him, and only him.

Now he saw something new. In order to save the world some day, Dick hesitated. By hesitating that one time his family died without him. He didn't hesitate very often anymore. Never when a life was in danger. Never when his friends needed him. Only when…

Slowly he shook his head clear of those thoughts. It wasn't helping. It only brought more and more homesickness in his chest. Dick had to go home. Robin had to exist in his world. Who knew what kinds of disasters were occurring there without him. If he wasn't there, would it become a world like this one?

Now he wasn't sure if he wanted to know what happened to his friends here. All he really wanted was to go home. Sure, tell the League everything he knew from his missions, tell them what they missed and maybe a way to correct their mistakes, but he couldn't learn everything that happened there without him. If he did, it'd probably break his heart.

The door opened and the lights blared on. Flash was there. "Robin?"

Quickly the boy put his sunglasses back on, glad they hid his red eyes and any sign of his tears. He stood up quickly and forced a smile. "Hey, what took you so long?"

Flash gave him an inquisitive look. After years of seeing masks with white lenses, Robin knew every expression these people made without even trying. "What were you doing in the dark?"

"I grew up in a cave," he joked. "The dark calms me down once in a while. Besides, it's fun beating Batman's sensors. Ever tried it?"

Flash raised an eyebrow, trying to see through the jokes and excuses. Robin only prayed this Barry would let it slide like his would. Batman's protégé wasn't allowed to show weakness after all. "Not really. I thought you'd be working out already."

He kept his smile. "Just needed to think for a minute. Got plenty of stories to tell you after all. Your interrogations need all the details I can provide."

The scarlet speedster's eyes widened in near panic. Robin gave a quick laugh. Of course he knew why Batman had Flash watching him today. It wasn't just because he knew how to deal with teenagers. He was a cop first and a friendly one most delinquents talked to when questioned. Course he was a forensics officer, but that didn't stop him from being the one kids preferred talking to in Central. He was questioning Robin in a good cop way. Batman's bad cop method was for hardcore criminals, not for lost kids from an alternate universe.

"Relax. I'd have answered every one of Batman's questions too you know. I would have answered any one of you. Batman though wouldn't want to listen through everything I've got to say, and I have to admit, it's easier talking to you than him right now."

Flash gave a sheepish smile, rubbing his cowl slightly. "You really don't mind then?"

"So long as you tell me how things went on your end." Robin strode forward towards the parallel bars and attachable rings, sizing them up for a minute. He looked around for some mats and spotted them next to the drinking fountain. He gave a silent thank you to whoever put them there. He could use the water to wash his face and hide anymore signs of crying.

Flash smiled. "Agreed. Now, tell me about Belle Reve."

A/N: So, Robin has a minor breakdown and then goes back to work. yeah, Barry's asking Dick everything he can, because that's his job and he's curious about a lot of things. I'm not gonna bore you with every new version of the missions, just an overview in the next chapter. Plus then you'll know what Dick actually gets to do while he's stuck there.