Young Justice: Robin Centric

Revenge: 3

A/N: Minor language at the end.

Dick watched the froth swirl in the centre of the mug. It was too hot to drink. And he'd rather look anywhere else than into Black Canary's eyes.

The meeting was the first thing Bruce had set up when they got back. He had her on the phone and she was there in a matte of minutes.

Bruce had sat him down in his office whilst he briefed Dinah on the situation. Then they both came in, and sat down in an interrogate-like way.

Like Dinah would know how to make this all go away in one night.

Yeah. That was going to happen.

"Speak to us, Dick. Tell us what's going on in there." She said, the first thing that Dick had actually heard.

He slurped a mouthful of hot chocolate then put it on the desk.

"He's not dead, is he? It's not like I've killed anyone," Dick shot Bruce a look. "I'll be fine."

She sighed. "It's not about that. You know this is a place where you can speak openly."

"Is it because I'm here? I'll leave if you want," Bruce offered.

He shook his head.

"We just want to how you're feeling. We care about you. And we know how close you got to avenging your parents-" she said softly.

But the thought of his parents triggered every emotion like an explosion. It all went off at once. Anger, sadness, grief - all came out of Dick's mouth. He stood up, balling his fists and tears streaming down his face.

"He killed my mother and father! He killed them, right in front of me! And I was so close," he held his fingers together in measurement, "and I couldn't do it for them!"

"Murdering Zucco would have never been for them, it would've been for you. " Bruce said coldly. "They're dead. They won't know if their murderer is too."

Dinah shot Bruce a look, and then Dick.

But he didn't give her the reaction she was expecting.

Dick grinned. He had a kind of Joker look to his face.

"You're right," he cackled. "What am I thinking? This is all on me. I need to move on. I'm sorry for putting you through so much tonight, Bruce. And thank you for coming tonight Dinah. It's really helped."

Bruce gulped feeling guilty for earlier. "Dickie I'm sor-"

"I know, I know." He smiled, looking genuine this time. "I'm gonna get to bed. I have a lot to think over tonight. Goodnight."

He left the room, leaving an eerie silence behind. The last noise being the office door clicking shut. Dick imagined their faces still glued forward.

No doubt Bruce would be back on his case tomorrow. But he needed to get out of there.

He shook his head and went to his room. He didn't want to linger around.

And he was finally alone with his thoughts.

And there was a darkness still inside of him.

And it wasn't going away.

Dick fell backwards onto his bed and lay there.

He hadn't killed Zucco. He wasn't a murderer. But that didn't mean he was any less of a monster.

"I fucked up," he turned his head, looking at a darker version of himself lying next to him. "Didn't I?"

A/N: That's the end of Revenge, but Dark Dick will definitely be making more appearances following from this which will be stated in the category. And I will try and update more often I've just had a very serious case of writer's block and procrastination.