A/N: hi guys! wow! i didn't expect for anyone to like this! i want to thank all who reviewed. i got a lot of great guest reviews asking me to update soon. so just for y'all here is chapter 2. =)

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disclaimer: if i owned young justice this would be an episode.

O Brother Chapter 2

The team watched as Robin walked out of the room. It was often Robin answered his phone when he was with the team. Zatanna turned to Artemis and M'ggan. "Does Robin seem a little off to you guys?" "Yes he does seem quieter than usual" M'ggan answered. "He seems fine to me" Artemis said. Super boy walked over to the girls and asked "is Robin ok?" "That's just what I asked." Zatanna said "but Artemis thinks he's fine" "no. he's not fine" Super Boy looked to the hallway where Robin had disappeared. "What makes you say that?" Artemis asked. "He's been sighing all day and mumbling to himself. And have you noticed how fake his laugh sounds today?" Super boy answered. By this time kid flash and Aqualad had also mad there way over to the rest of the team. "Yeah he does seem a little down today." Kid flash said. 'I wonder why? It's not the anniversary' kidflash thought to himself' "Yes. Maybe we should check on him and make sure he's ok." Aqualad suggested.

Then there was a loud crash from the hallway. Everyone stopped and turned to the hallway. "What was that?" Artemis asked. Everyone ran up to the door and looked out to see Robin running to the zata beams and disappeared as the computer announced his departure, they then looked to the source of the crash. The glass cup of soda Robin had been holding now lay shattered on the floor. Everyone looked to each other. "What was that about?" Green arrow asked. "I don't know." Aqualad said still looking at the zata beams with a concerned expression on his face.

Wayne manor:

Robin now Dick sat on his bed in his bedroom. Bruce was still at work and Alfred won't be back from England for another couple of days. After he had received that call from his brother at mount justice he had ran to the zata beams and came right back to the manor.

Instead of his jacket and hoodie he now had on a gray t-shirt, that was two sizes to big for his small farm, and instead of his skinny jeans he had on a pair of gray sweat pants. His now colorless outfit reflected his mood. What mood was that exactly? Well it was a mixture of sadness and anger, but mostly confusion. Why confusion? Confusion as to why after all this time his brother decided to turn up.

As Dick sat on his bed his phone began to ring. He didn't need to look at the caller I.D. to know who it was. His phone had gone off at least 20 times since he got home two hours ago, and every time it was the same person, Mark. The phone went off again. Dick looked at it for a moment before picking it up and clicking the green answer button. "What do you want?" he yelled at the person on the other end of the line.

In a hotel Somewhere in Gotham:

"Come on come on! Dick pick up the phone!" Mark said as he tried for the 20th time to call his little brother.

Mark was sitting on a soft bed in one of Gotham's nicer hotels. Usually he enjoyed staying in hotels, but right now his mind was filled with thoughts of his brother.

He called the number one more time. "If he doesn't pick up this time I'm going to give up." He mumbled to himself. The phone rang one twice and then a third time. He was about to hang up when he heard someone pick up the other line. "What do you want?" Yelled the person who had picked up the phone.

He recognized it as the voice to be his brother from earlier that day. He could hear a slight quiver in the voice alerting him to the fact that his little brother had been crying.

"Dick, please don't hang up! I need to talk to you. This is important." Mark said praying that Dick wouldn't hang up on him.

"You need to talk to me? You need to talk to me! Yeah right you need to talk to me! And you had better have some answers for me!"

"I know…" Mark tried to cut in.

"No you don't know! You don't know what you've done to me, what I've been though! And you had better be sorry Mark!" It hurt Mark to hear his brother so upset and to hear the anger in Dick's voice when he sad his name.

"I'm so… so sorry bud." Mark said

"No! After six years you have lost all right to call me bud! You're just another stranger to me!"

And the line went dead.

Mark pulled the phone from his ear and stared at it in disbelief. He knew Dick was going to be upset, but this… this he hadn't expected.

"Your just another stranger to me!" Dick's words echoed in his mind, and he broke down.

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