Okay, next is Numb by Linkin Park. I do not own anything. Not much of a continuation, but I might rearrange chapters later so it is a continuation. Thanks for the reviews FuzzyBee013 and yorkiepudding!

I'm tired of being what you want me to be
Feeling so faithless, lost under the surface

Robin was drowning. He was exhausted. Everyone expected him to be perfect, to do everything exactly right. He was expected to be happy, and never be fazed. He was tired of it. He felt so much like he was…just… betraying them for not being what they expected. He was drowning in his emotions, his darker side that he kept hidden; that he never wanted to let out.
Don't know what you're expecting of me
Put under the pressure of walking in your shoes

He had no idea what Batman expected, or the team, or Black Canary, or even the Justice League! They all expected him to be something different. The team expected him to always be the naive little kid who was always happy. Black Canary expected him to be the best at everything because he was trained by Batman, but she knew that he would still make mistakes, which she could help him with. Batman expected him to be… perfect. Batman needed him to be perfect. If he wasn't, well, no more Robin. The Justice League expected him to become Batman. Batman was Batman. Robin was Robin. It was that simple. Robin couldn't be Batman. He couldn't be the person to kill off his friends to safe innocents. He couldn't.
(Caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow)
Every step that I take is another mistake to you
(Caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow)
He was stuck. He was being washed away piece by piece. He was being changed from himself. He was being cornered into being a more Batman-like person. He hated it. Batman hated him. Everything Robin did was a mistake. It was always "No, do it again. No, do it again. No, do it again." He wondered if maybe he wasn't making mistakes, but if he was the mistake. Maybe Batman wished he had never adopted him. Maybe he was adopted for the social image. That would explain why it had taken a year and a half before he was adopted.(I don't think that was the time frame, but for the sake of the story, please just go with it)
I've become so numb, I can't feel you there
Become so tired, so much more aware
I'm becoming this, all I want to do
Is be more like me and be less like you
"numb." One of the first English words he learned. He learned it because it had been how he had felt. Now the numbness was coming back. He couldn't feel anything, not even the red marks on his arms. Even when he had made them, he had felt no pain. That wasn't natural. Gotham had changed him. He became more tired and jaded, but also more aware of the world's evils. Gotham was… well… Diana had been to the Underworld before, but she always said Gotham was worse; much worse. Robin knew better though. After his parents died, he had been thrown into the Gotham Juvenile Detention Center. He was six years old, small for his age, and no one understood him. He tried every language he knew starting with French, Romani, Mandarin, Hungarian, Japanese, Russian, Thai, Hindu, Ukrainian, Turkish, Arabic, Dutch, Danish, Hungarian, German, Hebrew, Irish, Italian, Korean, Portuguese, Vietnamese, and even Swahili! They didn't understand so the guards even helped the inmates (some of which were waiting for Death Row) beat him up! He knew that Gotham was hurting him, turning him darker, but he didn't care. It scared him. He was changing so quickly into Batman.
Can't you see that you're smothering me,
Holding too tightly, afraid to lose control?
'Cause everything that you thought I would be
Has fallen apart right in front of you.

Batman was stifling him. He was too afraid to lose control of his sidekick. Robin knew all of this, but he knew he wouldn't, no, couldn't be what he was expected to be. Robin pressed the blade farther into his arm. Seeing the red, but not feeling any pain, just proved his previous thoughts. Truthfully, he wanted to see Batman's face when he showed him what his little Robin had become: a shadow. Not the assassin type, but the literal thing. A pure absence of color, of life, of vibrancy! Robin had run out of life. He knew what Batman wanted him to be would fall apart in front of him.

And every second I waste is more than I can take.
And I know
I may end up failing too.
But I know
You were just like me with someone disappointed in you.
Every second burned. He kept it inside, but it burned him so bad. The agony was becoming unbearable. He knew one day that he would fail. He would fall. His wings would be cut and he would die. He also knew though, that one day Batman would fail. He knew that Batman had someone disappointed in him, but that just made them even more alike. They had someone disappointed in them, but there was main difference: Batman didn't react, but Robin would.

Dick Grayson

Bell 3

11-14-11

Project: Use one word to describe yourself then define it.

Numb
the feeling of pure emptiness. Feeling nothing. Being alone. Having no one.

The end part was a school writing assignment done by Robin. Hope you liked it! I'm thinking of doing a series for Artemis too. What do you guys think?