Robin's pov
I jolted up in my bed, screaming at the top of my lungs. I immediately commenced armadillo mode, sobbing into my knees. "Rob! Rob! Dude, you okay?" I felt arms wrap around my body. They pulled me closer.
Kid Flash's pov
I heard screaming from his room, again. I couldn't take it anymore, I heard it every night and it was going to stop. I pushed open Robin's door, looking at him curled up on his bed. I started to go nearer to him. "Rob! Rob!" I put my knees on his bed, reaching forward and wrapping my strong arms around his small body. "Dude, you okay?" I pulled him closer. He rolled over, burying his face in my chest. "N-no." he whimpered. "What's wrong?" I saw a few strange scars in his arms but didn't pay much attention to it. They weren't something I was concerned about, we were superheroes it's not exactly anything new. He didn't respond for awhile, and I didn't think he was ever going to. "J-just....my parents." he sighed. "Do you want to talk about it?" His hair smelled like soap and baby powder. "S-sure." he took a deep breath. "I'm not forcing you to do this. You don't have to tell me." he wasn't wearing his sunglasses. "I know." he sat up, grabbing his sunglasses from the table beside the bed. He took another deep breath, pushing the sunglasses into his face. I sat up, too. He turned to face me, showing with his body language that he wanted at least our feet to touch. I let him stick his feet under my knees, smiling sweetly at him. "We worked with the circus, it was so much fun. We were acrobats. When I was eight, they were murdered and Bats took me in. It's nothing really, but it's been bothering me for awhile." he shook his head. A few tears slipped down his cheeks. I nodded, my hand slipping instinctively to his knee. He leaned into my hand, slipping off of the bed. "Where you going?" I asked, watching him closely. "I don't know yet." he walked to the door. I stood, following him. He went down a few flights of stairs, navigating as though he had done this thousands of times. The younger boy pushed open a door, leading to a large gymnastics room. The place seemed normal for an acrobat, but there was an entire corner of the room filled with musical instruments. I heard a groaning noise, and turned around. While I was distracted, Robin had started spinning around one of the many bars in the room. He released the bar he was holding onto, going straight into the air. I gasped a little, not wanting him to get hurt. He landed perfectly on top of the bar and began to walk across it. I watched. He did a few more bar tricks before walking to a balance beam. He pushed himself onto it, standing and cartwheeling across it. "Why are you just staring at me?" he cartwheeled back towards were he started. He sat on the end of the beam, staring at me. His arms were turned to an angle so I could just see a few of the weird scars there. I examined them closely, thinking they looked a lot like words. Like one word, over and over. Maybe a few more words. I managed to make out stupid, fault, homo. I couldn't understand why he had these things in his arms. I decided that he must have put those there himself. Now the question was, why did he think these things about himself. "Rob, what's this?" I zoomed to him, taking his wrists in my hands and looking at the cuts. "Oh, that? Uhm, that's uh, that's......." he spluttered. "Rob, did you do this?" I ran my thumb over a word. "I...yeah." he hung his head in defeat. "Why?" I pulled his arm straight, examining the many cuts. "I don't guess I have a real reason. I just do it." he shrugged. He sounded exhausted, and I could tell he probably was. From where he sat he was taller than me. He sat, watching me examine his arms for a few minutes. After around five minutes he said something surprising. "I guess you could say I'm depressed. That's not how I'd like to put it though. I'd put it as, battling an inner villain." he shrugged. I can't believe he just opened up to me like that. Maybe he was glad to have someone to tell. "It's almost time for breakfast. The rest of the team is gonna be mad if we're late." I said, looking up. "Let's go." he whispered. I pulled him on to my back, clearly surprising him. "Wally, what are you...." he started. "I told you, they'll be mad if we're late." I said simply, running up the stairs.
