Disclaimer: I don't own Young Justice, but I do own Andie Kyle.

I dropped my apple, and focused on Kaldur. "Listen, you can't blame me for your failures. As a leader, you should've been prepared for any sort of situation. If you can't adapt to a battle scenario… then maybe you're not the leader you think you are."

He scowled, causing me to step back.

"You question my Leadership?" He raised an eyebrow. "Have I not protected our teammates, to the best of my ability? Have I not spoken with reason, in the chaos of battle?"

I averted my gaze.

"Wally blames you for the harm that befell Artemis; but I do no such thing. I have not allowed emotions to cloud my judgement. In my eyes, you are guilty of nothing but selfishness."

My head snapped up. "Selfishness?!"

He simply nodded, his eyes narrowing. "By withholding information concerning your battle abilities, you thought only of yourself. That information was essential to the team."

I sighed, kneading my fingers into my forehead. "I don't have a 'battle ability', Kaldur! It was never my intention to use my … powers… in a fight. It's difficult to control; you've seen what can happen!"

"Perhaps you did not plan to use it, but in the end, you did. Had I known of such an ability, the team would have been better prepared." He fixed me with a piercing glare. "I acknowledge that the incident was not entirely your fault. But Andie, you cannot deny your failure as a teammate."

My mouth dried up at the accusation. Cheeks burning, I turned away. I couldn't even bring myself to glance at Robin. I'm sure he heard; I'm sure he's listening.

Satisfied with my silence, Kaldur walked away. His footsteps were slow and steady, as he left the room. Soon after, M'gaan followed and a bored Superboy trailed behind.

I went rigid. I was alone with Robin. I turned around, slowly, dragging out the moment.

He stood facing me, looking, but not seeing. His expression was blank, but under it rippled a layer of… Pain? Anger? I wasn't sure. He removed his mask.

I cleared my throat, the situation seemed insanely awkward.

Robin tipped his head back to stare at the ceiling, deep in thought. "…What are we, exactly? I don't understand what… this is. If we're in a relationship, shouldn't I know you?"

I gave a nervous laugh. "You're not making sense. Of course you know me."

He bent his head to stare me down. "No, I don't. You've kept me in the dark along with everyone else. And I didn't even realise it, until that day. I had no idea how ignorant I was." He cursed. "How could you hide what you are?"

I scowled, anger replacing anxiety. "What I am'?" I spat. "Is that how it is? You find out about The Cats Essence, and suddenly, I'm not human?!"

"The Cats…what?" He ran a hand through his hair. "This is what I'm talking about! I don't know you! I don't understand anything that happened!" He gave a bitter laugh. "Are you even human?"

"You cannot be serious," I murmured.

He glared at me with hard eyes. An expression flashed across his face, for just a second, before disappearing. Suspicion.

My view began to blur, and I blinked rapidly, warding away the tears. "You know, in many ways, you are ignorant; you don't realise how difficult it is, to reveal a secret that could ruin everything."

"Of course I do. I had my own secrets –"

"Oh please!" I snapped. "It's easy to reveal that you're a millionaire. It's difficult to tell someone that you possess a demonic spirit!" I shook my head, blinking faster. My voice shook. "So don't stand there and judge me, Richard Grayson. You have no idea."

Robin worked his jaw, a hooded expression clouding his face. We stood in silence as the seconds ticked by.

"I have a question." He stepped closer, his fingers near enough to brush mine. "Right now, it's the only thing that matters." He took a deep breath, his voice dipping an octave lower. "If things had gone differently, and Psimon hadn't invaded your mind… would you have told me your secret? Would you have shared it with me?"

"Yes. I would have."

He searched my face with desperate eyes. "… Why does that sound like a lie?"

I gave him a sad smile, and shrugged. "Because, somewhere down the line, you stopped trusting me."

He paused, blue pupils staring into mine. Then a small frown tugged at the corner of his lips. "Maybe," he muttered. He ran a hand over his face, sighing heavily. "Andie…how did things get so…bad?"

I shook my head, unable to speak. I wrapped my arms around myself.

He raised an arm, reaching for me, before pulling back. "…I don't think we can fix this relation–" He paused, starting again. "We can't fix this relation –"

"Stop it." I whispered. "We don't need to fix anything. Things might be bad between us, but the stuff I like about you – the stuff you like about me – hasn't changed. I'm still the same person." My eyes blurred with tears as the words spilled out. "You can trust me, Robin. I have no more secrets."

Other than the slight shake of his hands, his composure was calm. He swallowed several times, before finding his voice. "I don't know what you want me to say."

"How about 'let's start over'? I held out my hand, fingers trembling. "Hey, I'm Andrea Kyle. And I want to tell you about my past."

His eyes were suspiciously wet as he reached forward and shook my hand. "I'm Richard Grayson. I'd love to hear it."

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I leant back, sinking into the couch cushions, as I sat with crossed legs. After speaking for an hour about my Mother, and the powers she'd forced on me, I was emotionally drained.

Perched on the end of the couch, Robin stared at me with a thoughtful frown. He'd stayed silent for the majority of my speech. With his mask firmly in place, I couldn't guess his reaction.

He scratched his cheek, briefly hiding his bruises from view. A strand of black hair caught in the bandaging around his forehead. "It sounds like you hate her."

"I do."

He raised an eyebrow, just slightly, before quickly lowering it. "… Do you ever wish she'd come back for you?"

"No."

But I did. Everyday. I imagined Selina so many times, that her image was fresh in my mind. In my dreams, when she came for me, she was kind and supportive and loving. But then I'd wake up, and I'd realise that my dreams were an impossibility.

"She ruins things. That's what she does, Robin." I glanced at him; focus drifting around the room. "Even now, she's ruining my life."

"How?"

I hunched my shoulders, drawing into myself. "Because of her – because of the powers she gave me – I killed someone. I hurt…" I peeked at Robin, "you."

He watched me with furrowed brows, and then slid off the armrest to stand up. "There's nothing we can do about that now. Move on."

I narrowed my eyes, sitting up. "Thank you for those comforting words."

He shrugged, ignoring my sarcasm. "What can I say? I'm a nice guy."

I hid a smile. "You know, I never thanked you for saving me from The Cats Essence. It's like… your voice… I don't know." I shook my head. "I was completely lost. I was going to give up. But then…" I took a deep breath. "I heard your voice; you reached me Robin."

His eyebrows shot up, and a slow grin spread across his face. "Really?"

My cheeks reddened, and I shot up from my seat. "Well, yeah." I shrugged.

He leant forward, smirking. "You must really like me then."

I gave a breathless laugh. "Well, I am your girlfriend. Last time I checked, 'liking you' was a requirement."

He grinned and leant forward to cup my cheeks. His lips were soft as they met mine.

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