Milk And Cardamom | S. Brown ✔

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Failure was a feeling Rose Wilson hated for it was all she had known her entire life.

And now when she had finally begun to believe that there was some hope left for her and things were finally taking a turn for the best, still she had failed miserably in trying to stop her vision from coming true.

The first time she had experienced the bitter taste of failure was when her mother had plunged to her death from the cliff, her hand slipping from hers and her eyes dimming as she vanished down below.

The second time she felt failed was when Luke had been taken away from her. The same terrible emptiness had gripped her and the frustration of not being able to do anything to put a stop to it had gnawed at her for years. Even after knowing that Luke was safe and happy, she still felt as if she had failed him.

And then last but not the least, she failed to save Jason.

Knowing what was going to happen but still not being able to stop it was a failure that surpassed all. It was her vision, she was responsible to stop it from coming true and yet she got too late.

She had not been taking the serum ever since she had been retrieved from Deathstroke's hideout and as the serum was no longer in her body, her precognitive powers were gradually decreasing.

The only word she had grasped was Bosnia but where exactly was that warehouse located in the country was still an unanswered question.

In her haste to save Jason, she had acted upon instincts, going by herself instead of as a team with the Titans. And that was where she was wrong because it was easier to get defeated alone instead of being with a whole team to watch one's back.

She had also forgotten how physically draining her visions used to be and in forcing herself to find out more, she pushed her own state to the breaking point.

She had not been able to reach Bosnia even and yet her own powers had failed her, her mind plunging into a pitch black void as everything she could track out from her precognition obliterated.

She had slipped into a comatose state, worn out by forcing herself to have some vision find out where Jason was.

Garfield and Kori had rushed after her soon as she had left and had found her passed out not far from the Titans Tower. They had brought her to the hospital instead where she stayed for days without any sign of recovery.

And when she finally gained consciousness, Jason was no longer alive.

His broken body was in a coffin buried six feet under in a grave at Wayne cemetery, his ocean blue eyes had closed forever yet she felt that it was all her fault.

Thus she failed to stop her last vision from reaching completion.

Along with that failure came helplessness and both drove her off the edge. Combined with the two was loss and the three altogether were torment beyond belief for her.

The Titans had eventually brought her back to Titans Tower but with the way she had left, the three of them kept their distance from her. Every single place in the tower itself was torture for she could hear his careless laughter from almost every single corner.

Each laugh they had shared, each word and each kiss came haunting back with full force. And she knew very well that if she stayed at Titans Tower, she would eventually go mad.

For her everything had come to a dreadful halt and yet time still moved on, the days lapsing into weeks until Nightwing finally showed up and she begged him to let her leave the team.

"Why don't you understand? I can't do this anymore! I can't live like this anymore..."

Nightwing was already dealing with the loss of his only brother, his patience was running out as well, "Rose please... I'm already troubled and I don't want to say anything we'll both regret later. Don't push me."