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I don't own YJ that belongs to DC. The song "Open Wounds" is a song by Skillet and belongs to them and their producers.

No one spoke.

It was quiet, the only sound being the chirping of birds. He felt the warmth envelope him, and he looked to the kid beside him. She was quiet, her dark brown eyes scanning over the mountain side. Robin, who was on a road to recovery, had sat down next to her without a sound. She knew he was there, but refused to look at him.

"I'm sorry."

"What?" the girl asked turning to him.

"I'm sorry I went after you."

"No…I should have waited," Jess argued. "I should be the one apologizing."

"No," he said putting a hand on her shoulder. "You never expected me to come after you. I heard Bats and Flash talking about it…and I went after you."

"Why?"

"Because I care about you Jess…my darkest fear is losing the people I love," the Boy Wonder admitted.

"Robin-"

"Richard."

Jessamyn looked at him with a slightly confused look. He shrugged and said, "My name's Richard."

"Okay Richard…" Jess said hugging her legs to her chest.

Robin sat there silently for a while before finally asking, "Is something bothering you?"

"I killed him."

Robin stared at her for a second and she turned to face him.

"I…KILLED…him! I killed the man who physically and mentally abused me for the past couple years of my life. He was an ass, but….was I right to kill him in a fit of rage?" she asked him. "I'm anything but bothered. I killed him without blinking an eye lash!"

"Batman can get rough sometimes…it's nothing to be ashamed of…"

"Has he ever killed anybody?" Jess practically shrieked.

Robin paused and looked at her.

"Honestly Jess…I don't know. I don't think he has…but I bet he's really wanted too."

Jess opened her mouth to argue with him when he leaned over and gently kissed her. Jess just stared wide eyed at him. He pulled back and said, "I don't care if you killed him…he deserved it…but next time…just beat the criminal okay?"

Jess blushed furiously and nodded.

"Feelin' the aster?"

"Feelin' the aster Dick."

This wasn't happening…it just wasn't.

The raven haired boy looked down at the bloody body of his friend. Was she really that unstable? Was she really unable to live with herself over this?

He pressed his palms harder against her wrists, looking around wildly. He couldn't call out…he could barely think. Finally he forced himself to think, "MEGAN!"

"Robin….is something wrong?"

"It's Jess…get Canary or Tornado, hell just get SOMEBODY!"

"O-o-okay…"

Behind the glasses, tears were forming in his blue eyes. She-She was just as important to him as the team was. He wasn't sure if she could hear him…but he managed to choke out one sentence.

"Jess…I love you."

He was met by a bitter silence. He could hear them running over towards them, Wally's gasp, Megan's cry of terror, Canary's whisper of no. He looked at them through tears and saw Megan burying her face in Conner's chest. Was it that bad? Or was Megan just that sensitive? Wally sped over to his friend.

"Rob…Rob you okay?" he asked.

"SHE IS DYING! SOMEBODY HELP ME!" he yelled, but his voice sounded rather weak.

Black Canary rushed over to the three kids. Robin had applied tourniquets to her arms already. What didn't that boy have in his utility belt? She put her hands over Robin's and Red Tornado came in to help. Wally pried his best friend's hands off of her, Robin unwilling to let go.

He knelt there with Wally behind him, clasping Robin's wrists as he cried. Wally hadn't seen the Boy Wonder so upset before. Batman came in only to find his protégé bloodstained crying next to a pool of blood. He looked at Artemis, who had been deathly silent.

"Jess…she tried to kill herself…but Rob…he wouldn't let go," she breathed.

How could things have gone wrong? She seemed so happy with them! He thought back to that time on the cliff. He'd kissed her. He'd listened to how she felt. He tried to comfort her. Now he felt as if he'd failed miserably.

Batman came over and knelt down beside them. This was his little bird…his Robin…his son. He hated seeing him like this. He put his hand on Robin's shoulder. The boy didn't look up. He continued to stare at the blood, lost in his own grief.