I really hate writers block.

It caused me to take forever to write this, but on this wonderful Thanksgiving Day something in the air was being nice and lifted my writers block away, letting the ideas flow! So, Happy Thanksgiving, and enjoy this chapter!

I don't own Young Justice.

Watching over Robin was harder than it may seem. Because that's the most you could do, just watch. All the overwhelming grief and depression in the room, it saturated the air around, no more room to breath. It was suffocating.

Everything was weighing down on her all at once, and she could tell that it was effecting everyone else too. Especially Batman, but that much was obvious. She could only guess that the reason that she was feeling so strongly about this is because of how much Robin has affected everyone around him. They all knew and know this about him. His infections happy attitude, and his bright dimenor.

That is what makes him so great for everyone, the bat most of all. He is what keeps Batman afloat, what keeps him from drowning in his own darkness and self loathing. If only he would wake to shine bright; casting away the shadow that is the Dark Knight, leaving only Bruce Wayne to take that empty space.

She wondered what was going on in his head right now. Whether he was dreaming of a happy ending, or a crushing beginning, she just couldn't help but hope that he would chose to leave whatever dream or nightmare he was experiencing, and come back to all of them.

But everything seems so hopeless, they were all starting to wonder whether or not to give up and accept the heartless truth.

It had been about an hour that Black Canary had been sitting there, and he thoughts were over taking her so, she fail to hear the soft thumps of footsteps coming from behind her.

"Black Canary?" a voice from behind her said. Black Canary looked over seeing Kid Flash, he was followed closely by the rest of the team, and they were all standing there watching her. She took a breath and face them.

"Yes?" She asked, looking them all over, and they all seemed pretty shaken. She was just hoping that whatever they were doing before they got here, wouldn't be what she knew it was.

"Well, we were just-" Wally tried to say, be she stopped him.

"Talking to Scarecrow, I know," she said. None looked too surprised that she knew, but they were just hoping that she didn't know what he had told them.

"Yeah, well... we did, and he told us some things... and, yeah..." Wally stuttered. Black Canary just nodded.

"What did he tell you," Black Canary asked, yet it was not a question. Wally took a deep breath and sighed.

"There is no 'cure', or anything that we can do physically for him that will wake him up," Wally said slowly, almost carefully. Black Canary nodded again, she had almost expected as much, but that didn't change the fact that she had hoped.

"Anything else," she asked. Wally took another step closer, adjusting on his feet, and the rest of the team shuffled more comfortably into the room, with much caution.

"Yes," he said, uncertain. While Black Canary just waited for him to continue, but he didn't.

"Could you, possibly, elaborate for me?" This was a question. For she was growing weary as to whether she actually wanted to know. She really didn't want to be fed false hope.

"He, Scarecrow that is, told us something... strange, before he was taken away by the guards," Wally said hesitantly. He wasn't totally sure what to make of his thoughts.

"What did he say?"

"He said, 'You may want to pay attention to the bird's dreams', if I remember correctly," Wally stated after a bit. Black Canary was trying to get her head to process this.

"What do you think it means?" she asked, sorting through everything that this could point towards.

"It means-I mean, well, I- I think, it means that there's something going on in Robin's head right now, and he's trapped there, and all we need to do, is, get him out." Black Canary's eyebrows shot up, then furrowed in thought. And the more she thought about it, the more she was agreeing with it.

"You're probably right," she said, and once she did the air lightened. But they weren't sure what to do now.

"What're we gonna do then?" Artemis asked, her eyes shifting from person to person, then landing on Wally after seeing the blank looks.

"I have a pretty good idea." After saying this, Wally's eyes flew over to M'gann, so did everyone elses.

Robin was jumping from building to building, glued to the shadows. Unseen by anyone and everyone, and this was just how he prefered it.

Desperation

He continued to slice through the cold and moist air of Gotham, heading back to the grungy motel he was currently staying at.

before

He'd been staying there for about a week now, that was how long it had been since Bruce kicked him out. But Robin was fine with this, it gave him more time to train by himself.

I

He was still training, and training harder than ever before. He did have some help, of course, with his new training to prove himself to not only Batman, but everyone in the Justice League along with his former team. But, he tried not to think about that too much.

hit

The person helping him was the leader of a group of outlaws. They weren't the type for murder, or taking over any form of government however. They just liked going against the law, and stealing was a particular favorite of theirs. Robin didn't mind.

the

His name is Red Hood. He has a huge grudge against the Batman, Robin isn't sure what it is exactly, but he doesn't really care. For some reason every once in a while Robin will catch Red Hood looking at him as if they had met before now. Sometimes, Red Hood will even talk about past events with someone he calls Nightwing and act as if Robin had been there with him.

ground,

On what Robin could tell, this Nightwing character is only a few years older, perhaps not even that, and it also seems that Nightwing is a hero which is strange all things considered. But, this didn't seem to bother Red Hood, it was almost like they were brothers.

reaching

As Robin reached the small, falling apart building, he could already see a silhouette sitting on the small couch in the window of his room. It was most definitely him, and Robin was fine with this, despite the breaking an entre.

out

Robin slid into an alleyway, and changed out of his costume. He was now in his typical clothing line, sunglasses included, but the colors were all much darker than usual.

for

He slid into his room, and stared at the man sitting on the couch, they didn't say a word.

something.

Robin just nodded to him, and went into the small kitchen area, grabbing a bottle of water from the almost moldy fridge.

We've

He glugged half the bottle down, and set it on the counter. Looking back over at the masked figure, he sighed.

lost

"Are you going to say something," Robin said slowly, almost accusingly.

it

"Not sure just yet," Red Hood replied smirkingly.

all

"Hmm," Robin hummed, "I'll wait then."

before,

"Yes, you will," Red Hood agreed.

and

Robin sighed through his nose, and went back to his water.

we

Red Hood swallowed purposefully loudly, and shifted into a more comfortable position on the couch.

still

Robin then sat at the small kitchen table, and stared blankly ahead.

want

Red Hood just reached forward, and took a magazine from the coffee table he was resting his feet on. It was an issue of Proper Mechanics, they were doing a section on what it would take to create your own batmobile.

something

Robin swung his feet up onto the table, and tipped his chair back.

more.

Red Hood coughed a bit into his elbow, and went back to reading the magazine.

We

Robin just sat, silence.

want

Red Hood was slightly surprised by Robin's restraint. But he still wasn't sure what to say yet, whether or not to be blunt, no matter how much he wanted to get up and hit the kid.

it

Robin could feel that Red Hood was angry with him, and he could understand why. He was angry at himself, but he has to keep his cool.

all...

"You killed someone," Red Hood finally said, breaking the tension, but creating a whole new reason to want to leave.

"Yeah, I did," Robin replied, in an apathetic tone.

"So you admit it," Red Hood said, not getting up from his spot.

"There's nothing to admit, I know you know that it's true, whether I say so or not," Robin shot back, icey venom in his words.

"Did you know the guy?" Red Hood asked, and Robin shifted.

"No."

"..."

"..."

Red Hood sighed.

"Glad to hear it."

"..."

"..."

"I didn't mean to," Robin mumbled. Red Hood could tell that this whole thing was a mistake.

"Tell me what happened."

"..."

"What happened," Red Hood reiterated.

"I was in a darker side of Gotham, and I..."

"And you...?"

"I saw a man beating another guy to death. I went down to stop what was happening, and I noticed the man beating on the other guy was a member of GCPD," Robin said slowly.

"Then what happened."

"I went down there and stopped him."

"..."

"And I... I, handcuffed the beaten guy along with the cop."

Red Hood nodded at him to go on.

"But the guy, the cop, started yelling at me that he was doing his job."

Red Hood nodded again.

"It was attracting some attention, and before I knew it the beat up guy attacked me from behind."

"So, you killed him."

Robin nodded, then quickly added, "But it was on accident, he was already partially beaten to death, and I just... finished the job..."

Red Hood sighed again.

"Be more careful, I know that you're still mad about the whole batman thing," Red Hood said, he then got up from the broken couch, and headed out the door. The magazine still clutched in his right hand.

Robin sighed, 'mad about the whole batman thing', was an understatement.

There you have it. The italic words in the spaces between paragraphs are lyrics from the song "Sex Life" by D.R.U.G.S..

Thanks for reading and excuse my tardiness once again.

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