Flying No More

Conner

Why am I content?  Why am I happy?  What's wrong with me?  My friend, my teammate dead, and yet I can't force myself to cry.

Everybody else is crying, but I'm just standing here.  What's wrong with me?

The man is talking, talking, and talking.

All I can think about is how I beat the tobacco juice out of that man.  But it wasn't for Robin, it was for myself.  Why am I so content?

Robin is dead.  And I can't even force myself to cry.

I don't understand, why am I so....

I fidget in my seat as the man continues to speak.  Finally he stops.

Everybody gets up.  But I can't.  It's like I'm glued to my seat.  Finally I can feel tears coming, I don't know why I just went from happy to sad.  I'm so confused.

Robin was such a little ball of passion.  He seemed to take joy in bringing down the bad guys.  HE just loved to do that.  He was the only one on the team that could take him down in sparring.  Though he was the youngest, he was by far the one with strength.  I had seen him get hurt, but get right back up and fight.

I feel a hand on my shoulder.  A strong hand.  I look up and see Superman crying,"I'm so sorry Conner."

I don't glare, but I just continue to cry,"Why did he..."

"He died like he wanted to." Clark Kent told me.

"How?"

"In the line of duty." to my surprise, Clark is crying and he isn't stopping.

I start to cry too, "How long have you known Robin?"

"4 years." Clark said,"You were lucky to get to work with him."

At this I start to bawl, and to my surprise Clark put his arms around me,"It will be okay little brother, little Con-El."

I look up,"Thank you brother." I can't believe that these words come from my mouth.

I sigh, still crying.  I can't believe it.

Robin has died.

But I know he will still live on.

In our memories and our hearts.

And I know that Robin has done one last favor for me.

He has Clark and I on good terms.

And for that.

I will always be thankful.