A/N: Took me a while, a few revisions, but you can thank the song "Crazy Love" from Fifty Shades Of Grey for this chapter. Not that I watched it. Just the trailer. Review please :) shatterthoughts this is again, dedicated to you. She's writing the awesome fic "Burger And Fries" by the way. Enjoy!

Flash A Smile-Looking So Crazy Right Now

I've got a lot of apologies to make.

Mostly for what I am about to do.

I'm so sorry.

But I can't do this anymore.

I think it's time I did everyone a favor and disappeared.

"Iris...I wish there was some way I could say I loved you," he breathed.

This was it.

Time to take the leap.

Time to stop being Barry Allen.

His heart screamed as his toe dipped over the ledge.

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Iris was terrified.

Barry had been missing for five hours.

Central High had taken everyone to Gotham for a school field trip.

The old architecture was breath taking.

Especially the run down hospital they passed by behind tall gates.

Arkham Asylum.

Barry had been acting quiet and strange on the bus but she thought it was just him being moody after he saw Doctor Hugo Strange.

Whatever he had said to Barry shook him up.

Badly.

Iris wanted to punch anyone who so much as looked at her adoptive brother the wrong way.

She hated how her dad made him go to doctors who would just dredge everything up all over again.

"I'm sorry sir, but we can't report your son missing until 48 hours."

Her dad was following a detective around the Gotham City police station.

"This is Gotham City damn it! Who knows what crazy psycho has got him!"

James Gordon stopped and sighed, "Look, I know what you're going through. I really do. My daughter takes off a lot. But at this rate, we'd never find him."

Iris was going nuts.

Why was no one doing anything to find Barry?

He could be lost.

He could be tired.

Or afraid.

But she refused to believe he was dead.

Or in the hands of someone like The Joker.

That couldn't happen.

It wasn't a thought she'd entertain.

The other students left a long time ago leaving her, her dad and Cisco to wait for the police to do something.

They filed a report.

Iris wanted to cry.

Cisco looked ready to take on everyone in the entire prescient.

"You're the missing child's guardian, correct?" Detective Gordon asked.

Joe looked ready to strangle him, "Yes. Barry. Barry Allen-and he's a teenager from Central City."

"Look, I've already put out an alert for his description. My partner and I'll go looking for him."

"Thank you."

"Until then I suggest you and your family rent a nice motel. This could take awhile."

Iris dropped down onto a bench hopelessly.

Cisco sat down next to her.

"...Barry's okay Iris. He has to be."

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Barry stared out at Gotham City.

It made sense.

In a demented sort of way.

To die surrounded by fellow misery.

Maybe it would seem normal.

Maybe in a place full of insane people what he was about to do wouldn't seem so strange.

Barry closed his eyes.

Feeling the cold wind cut to his bones.

Wasn't that what everyone wanted?

Was for him to be crazy?

Every shrink Barry ever went to said something was wrong.

Dr. Strange just stared at him like a once-in-a-life-time science experiment.

"You want me to be crazy?" He screamed to the night sky, "HERE!"

Take the leap.

Just take it...

His arms extended.

Just do it you fucking moron!

Instincts pulled him back.

No...

Barry stared down at all the people stories away.

He couldn't back out.

Not now.

Frustration and anger flooded the teen for his cowardice.

He wanted to die...

More than anything.

But something was holding him back.

It would be the end-no mistake.

It wasn't like smoking cigarettes, dragging a blade over his skin or drinking til he was wasted.

It would be Barry Allen's final hour.

No more pain.

No more suffering.

The vengeance he felt would finally be gone.

He was truly torn between life and death.

Barry screamed.

Some people walking by noticed him.

Then continued on.

Maybe if he turned around...

What he saw startled the teen so much he flailed backwards.

But not falling.

Adrenalin shot through him.

What the hell...

A eight or nine year old boy sat only a few feet away.

But that wasn't the crazy part.

It wasn't the black cape or mask he wore.

But the way he sat on the ledge and looked down without fear.

Like the height didn't bother him at all.

Like nothing scared him.

Not even his own shadow.

"Who..." Barry trembled, his heart fluttering, "Who are you?"

The kid just swung his small legs back and forth, "You should be careful. That fall could kill you if you didn't land right..."

Again: what the hell?

"Then again," he said, "You'd have to be pretty sane to want to die."

Barry frowned in confusion, exclaiming, "That's not helping!"

The costumed hero looked at him, "That's what you wanted right? To die."

"Just...go away."

"My rooftop."

Barry glared in return.

Who was this crazy little prick?

"Fuck off," Barry spat, turning back towards the ledge.

"Have you kissed your mother with that mouth?" He snorted.

Barry's fist tightened and his eyes flashed.

He could do it now...

He could jump.

"Stop."

He ignored the kid.

"What you're about to do...is a mistake. If you have anyone who loves you-anyone you care about at all: live for them."

Images of Joe and Iris flashed before him.

It would kill them...

"I'm not trying to back you into a corner but...whatever pain you are in now...will increase tenfold onto them..."

Great.

Now he just felt guilty.

"What are you, some kind of miniature superhero?" Barry asked.

"Minitu-Yeah. Yeah, I'm Robin. What's your name?"

He could have rolled his eyes.

Knowing all the tricks in the book.

"I'm gonna do it," Barry snapped.

"Fine," Robin backed away, "Then do it."

The sixteen year old scowled, "Shut up."

"If you're gonna do it then do it."

"You're a sucky superhero, you know that right?"

"Do you want to be saved?"

Barry stared out sadly from the clock tower he was on.

Did he...

He didn't know what he was feeling.

It was all packed together in a painful mix.

He just knew the pain had to end.

The small, reasonable side of him left said it would destroy Iris.

Destroy his father.

And Joe...

Maybe Rudy.

Fuck him!

Why did Barry have to be so selfless?

Robin appeared next to him, "My parents were killed right in front of me...it's only been a year."

Holy crap.

"Vengeance and agony consumed me to the point where...I wasn't heading anywhere good. Until someone saved me. Showed me there was more to do then seek death and revenge. So I sought justice. I went after their killer but...I didn't...kill them. Even if I wanted to. Take whatever you're feeling and help other people. Try and make it into something more. Something good. You're not crazy. You're experiencing something no one should have to go through."

Barry lost it after that.

He started to shake and sob.

He knelt down and cradled his knees.

Wailing into the night.

Robin sat next to him, putting a small gloved hand on his back.

"...Be the hero I know you can be."

"Y-you don't know m-me," Barry cried.

"That's true...but I recognize something in you. A light. It hasn't gone out. So don't let it. You're strong. But strong people feel pain too. Don't just live for yourself...live for your loved ones."

Barry turned and the boy was gone.

He got up on shaky knees, wrapped his coat tighter around his lean frame and headed for the door.

Joe and Iris were probably going crazy looking for him.

Just say you got lost...

Before the teen had a chance to leave, he looked back out at the empty rooftop and said, "Thank you."

The door shut.

Robin exhaled in the shadows and closed his masked eyes.

Bruce came up behind him and said, "Good job."

Robin felt the large hand on his shoulder and said, "I never thought I'd have to do that."

"..."

Next Time...

Cisco couldn't make it stop.

The laughing.

The punches.

Why couldn't he save himself?

Why were people so hateful?

The blows kept on coming.

"HEY! Back. Off!"

Barry?