This took me ages to write... And I don't even like it that much.
However, I worked hard on this, so I hope you all enjoy it!
I do not own Young Justice. At all.
Megan sat across from Black Canary, sniffling quietly. The teenage alien had been in said position for a good ten minutes now, but Dinah was not sure how to start a session with the girl. She could be so emotionally unstable, anything the elder hero would say could possibly set her off into hysterics.
After around five more minutes, Megan suddenly spoke. Her voice was heavy with sadness, and she spoke rather quietly, as if trying to control her emotions.
"He.. he was so young. A little boy, so full of life... Why did he have to go? He... he was just a little boy..."
The Martian started to weep silently, while Dinah just sat there. She had no answer for the younger hero. Her question was one that almost everyone had been asking for the past few weeks.
Megan's head suddenly snapped up, her face stained with tears that had been running down it nearly nonstop for two weeks, staining the pale green skin.
"Why would the Joker kill him? Why couldn't he see the light Robin just.. radiated? Why did he want to hurt him?"
Dinah did have an answer to these questions, however.
"That monster did see how amazing Dick was. He did not want the world to have any hope, which was exactly what Dick was. Hope for the planet, that a bright young hero would someday take the place of the elder heroes. That such a talented boy would protect them. The hope Robin represented was one of the reasons why he targeted Robin so much. Another major reason is because he wanted to hurt Batman. Causing pain to an innocent child was just a perk to that disgusting being. Robin was the bright side of the Dark Knight, the only true joy he had. The Joker wanted to extinguish the only light in Batman's life."
This concept seemed to horrify the young Martian, her eyes opened wide.
"You mean... The Joker hurt so many by killing Robin, just so he could hurt one man? He didn't even care about any other lives he affected? He didn't even realize that maybe someday the world would desperately need Robin to protect it? "
"The Joker finds others hurt as small added bonuses. He cares for no one but himself."
This perspective caused Megan to completely break down again.
For around twenty minutes, they just sat there like that, with Black Canary looking at the weeping girl with a mixture of sympathy, hurt, and pity. There was nothing to be said, just pure grief to be felt. The room radiated sadness, so much that even the speedster and leader waiting outside for their turns shivered with the pain that Megan was accidentally passing on to others.
Of course, they felt pain as well, but having Megan's added on was not helping in the least.
Megan soon left the room, leaving the door open for Kaldur to enter.
The Alantian took a deep breath to try and control his warring emotions before entering the room.
As soon as he sat down, Kaldur spoke with a heavy heart.
"I was his leader. It was my responsibility to find out why he was not there that night..."
Dinah immediately knew where this was going.
"Kaldur, do not blame yourself for this tragedy. It is not. Your. Fault."
The boy looked at her painfully.
"But- If I had checked in on him, just to make sure it was nothing, perhaps I could have done something-"
"No, Kaldur. Gotham is on the other side of the country, and Batman did not even know where Robin was yet. You could not have helped him."
Just looking at the young hero's face, Dinah could tell Kaldur did not believe her.
Soon, the leader left, leaving Black Canary with the greatest challenge yet.
Wally reluctantly stepped into the room. His face looked almost completely blank. Green eyes that were usually filled with laughter were just empty.
After sitting down, the boy looked up at her, his eyes having changed.
They were now overflowing with pure, unadulterated pain.
"Why did he have to go away?"
Wally's voice was rough from not being used. How long had it been since the boy had last spoken? For the last two weeks, he had said barely more than three words a day. What had happened to the chatterbox that usually kept the cave filled with sound?
Looking at the shell of a boy again, Dinah realized she already knew the answer to that question. The bright, cheerful Wally she had come to know had died with Dick Grayson.
Not if Black Canary had anything to say in this, he didn't. She was going to help this boy if it was the last thing she ever did!
"Life is full of goodbyes, Wally. This is just one of many. While I don't know why it had to be someone so young that had to leave, but you have to let him go eventually. Dick would not want you to stop being yourself because he isn't here anymore."
Tears started to run down Wally's face.
"But- How can I just pretend nothing happened? Dick was my best friend... Things just cannot go back to how they were before... They can never go back..."
Dinah put her hand on the boy's knee.
"You have to let go eventually, Wally. It's what Dick would want."
Wally looked down slightly, the tears now falling onto his blue jeans, turning the color to a navy blue.
"I-I'll try. It will take time..."
A small, sad smile played at Dinah's lips.
"That is only to be expected, Wally. Things will get better, though. It is always darkest before the dawn."
For a girl living in Gotham City, though, life was at its darkest.
Barbara Gordan was sitting on her bed, back against the wall, looking at the newspaper from two weeks before. Tears flowed openly down her face from once bright blue eyes, now dulled with misery. Strands of the girl's red hair stuck to her cheeks due to the residue from the salty tears, but Barbara could not pay any attention to that.
The only thing she could see was the headline of the old article. She knew that by now, it should not come as a shock to her. Yet, the girl's heart broke each time she read those awful words.
Billionaire's Ward Found Dead
Underneath that hideous phrase was a picture of her best friend in the whole world. When Barbara had first seen the newspaper on that fateful day, her heart had almost stopped completely.
Even now, she could not believe it. Dick could not be dead. He couldn't be gone. Somewhere, those bright, beautiful blue eyes had to sparkling with mischief. This just had to be some sort of sick, cruel, twisted joke...
When she had been standing next to his body, though, Barbara realized that this was really happening. Dick was really, truly, tragically... gone.
That was just too much for her to think about again. A sob rattled through her whole being, and little teardrops fell onto the paper bellow.
Dick was gone. Her best friend, who she cared so much for, was gone completely.
Now, she would never see him again. She would never feel his soft raven hair against her hand as her lips crashed into his, the two combined as one being...
It was then that a full realization shook her. She, Barbara Gordan, was in love with Dick Grayson.
This only caused more sobs to escape, for now there was no way that he would ever know exactly how much she cared for him.
It was too late.
Placing her head in her hands, Barbara weeped fully, tears soaking the old article, blurring the photo of a bright, happy teenager that was lost to the world.
Okay, for the part with Babs at the end... I realized a death fic should always have a romance. Most people used KF for Robin death fics. However, I do not like slash. Most other people would use Zatanna. I don't like her very much for some reason I don't even fully know. So, I used the one romance that would work for this show that I can even tolerate.
Dick/Babs.
Now, while the only romance I actually ship with Dick is Dick/Kory (Starfire), I can handle this romance, and it makes a lot more sense for this story. So, there you go. Please do not judge for the romance, to be honest I only did it because this story could use a little romance.
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