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After everything, she was so tired and hollow. She was wearing herself thin in the stresses of what was now her life; struggling through college, dealing with her family, trying to just keep up with everything. Everything was too much, and she didn't have anything left.

The darkness was beckoning. At first you are able to ignore it, indulging yourself in work; burying yourself under layers of enthusiasm and fake smiles. Time goes on. Your cover wears thin. The light shatters. The darkness beckons, and you are consumed.

use

"Nobody cares, Grayson! I'm just...I'm just some tool that they use and once I'm done being useful I'm shoved back into the box and no one seems to care! And you! You did the same thing!" "Dami-" "No! Save your excuses! Don't lie to me! I know that's what you meant! You don't care about me either! I can't believe I made the mistake of trusting you. I should have known by now that trusting is a weakness. I never should have trusted you!" The boy screamed, voice cracking in pain.

guard

Jason pulled the boy behind him, guarding him from Bruce's view. "Don't you dare touch my brother," he growled menacingly. Tim whimpered. "Jason, I'm not trying to hurt either of you. I just want to help." "Yeah, well you're no help to either of us. So leave." "Jason-" "Haven't you done enough already?" Bruce's face became hard and stoic, and without another word, he turned, the soft swish of the cape the only sound as he leapt from the window and off into the night.

Dick sat on the roof and gazed out over Gotham's towering buildings. There had been so much going on lately, too many variables in the mission, too many mistakes. The weight of it all was piled heavily on his shoulders, the responsibilities giving him a pounding headache. It was so /loud/ in there. Solutions were limited, and decisions were vital. He swung his feet. Maybe if he just...

teeth

"And here comes the plane! Open wide for a landing! Vroooooom- Ow!" "Dick? What happened?" Dick clutched his wounded hand to his chest. "Riley bit me!" Barbara stared at him for a moment before she burst into laughter. "You've gone up against the Joker, Two-Face, and countless other villains and weapons, and yet your daughter's teeth cause you that much pain?" "She's vicious," he whined playfully. "Her teeth are really sharp."

bury

The pain is infinite, choking him to the point of suffocation. He pulls himself along the floor, the door seeming to move farther and farther away. He cries out, white hot agony flaring down his body in a ruthless shudder. He finally reaches the exit, hands jiggling the handle, but it's been locked. The panic sinks in, taking hold with an iron-vise grip and he turns, collapsing against the steel door. He'll come for me, he thinks. He always does. But a steady beeping catches his attention, numbers ticking down slowly. 9, 8, 7, 6... And he realizes that Bruce won't be coming for him this time. At the time he needs him most, he isn't there to save him. His son. 3, 2, 1- The world explodes in white, before the world crumbles and buries him in darkness.

help

"Natasha, I know we've had our differences, and things have just been...weird lately. But I've known you long enough. Even with all this...double agent...business, I know. I know you. I know you're different, I know that there's good. You've proved that time and time again. But... please," he chocked, begging. "Help me." Natasha stared solemnly down at the form of her partner trapped beneath the support beams. Tears stung at the backs of her eyes, threatening to spill. She shut them tightly and turned her back. "I'm sorry, Clint," she whispered. "But what I have to do...I'm sorry."

Even before they were Robin they were different. Dick was an acrobat, Jason had survived the streets and crime alley on his own at the age of 9, Tim was a genius. They had unusual and not-so-unusual hardships, yet they survived. But being Robin...it changed a person. Changed /them./ And they wouldn't have it any other way.

It was the first time Jason had truly felt afraid. What if he wasn't smart enough, snarky enough, nice enough, understanding enough. Good enough. Tim deserved better than this, but he chose him. Him of all people. Jason freaking Todd, Red Hood, outlaw vigilante. Tim insisted that this is what he wanted. And Jason knew that Tim always knew what he wanted. Jason refused to show it. But for the first time in his life, he was truly afraid.

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