Shadows Of My Own (Young Justice Fanfiction)

Chapter 15: Tuesday 20th February

Getting past the team had been a challenge in itself.

As Robin had texted Wally this morning with news of our relationship, with my consent of course, Wally had instantly blurted out the news to everyone else on the team. I had managed to avoid them this morning, but as I walked into the cave after I called Robin, I was bombarded with questions, congratulations, squealing from M'gann and smirks from Artemis.

Eventually I untangled myself from the conversational vines that my friends kept on twisting around me, excusing myself to go to my room. Though as I headed down the steel hallway, I passed my bedroom door and continued to make my way to the library.

The entrance was the same as any other in the cave, but as I stepped inside I was reminded of its old-mansion styling. Even though the walls were still a grey metal, the space was filled with stacked wooden bookshelves, dark timber chairs and a soft carpet that covered the whole room.

Walking through the isles, I scanned the shelves just like I had many times before. Shakespeare, Enid Blighton and even Hans Christain Anderson were scattered through the many works. I had been surprised at first to hear that the cave actually had a library, I thought that they would have stored everything on their computer base, something that I knew nothing about. Luckily, someone I knew did.

"Robin." I said as I came to the back of the library.

Robin turned in his seat, a smile lighting his face as he saw me. "Hey Ebony." He replied as I sat down on the leather couch next to him. His once bright smile faded into a frown as I collapsed in the empty seat. "Are you okay?" He asked.

I leaned back and let out a breath of air. "How would you react if I said no?"

An confronting silence filled the air. I knew Robin could feel my sadness, my confusion, and all the other emotions that had laid dormant in my soul for years now erupting out of me, causing me to question my own emotional health.

"Ebony," he rested his hand on top of one of my own and finally breaking the silence, "when you called me earlier, I'll admit I was worried about you. And now I can see that you may need my help more than I first assumed you did. I'm willing to give it, just tell me what's wrong."

I turned to Robin, smiling half-heartedly, deciding to do exactly as he instructed. It's what I needed to do if I was to get jim help after all.

I told him my story, all the way from being left at the orphanage, up until I saw the singed photo outside my apartment. I sat there, next to the boyfriend I had acquired just this morning, pouring all of my life travesties.

When describing Zoella's death, I had tears running down my face. Robin wrapped his arms me and held me as I cried, rubbing my shoulder comfortingly, though I didn't really notice. By the time I had finished talking, my cheeks were stained with tears, my eyes red and puffy, and my my forehead hurting from the toll this was taking on my body.

I tilted my head to meet Robin's gaze, even if I couldn't see his eyes directly through the sunglasses that he wore. How I wished that I could see his eyes. Just a quick glance, not lasting more than a second. I wasn't sure why it was so important to me, or why I seemed to be obsessed with idea. All I knew was that I wanted to see what lay beyond those dark shades.

Robin sighed fingered the ends of my hair. "I'm sorry." He said.

"For what?" I choked out through my minor sobs.

"I don't know. Just everything; Zoella, Joker, that cat with the purple eyes." He sighed. "I'm sorry that you had to go through that, and still are"

"It's okay." I said. "It wasn't your fault."

"No." He agreed. "No, it was Joker's. In fact, it still is." He turned to me. "But I still don't know what you want me to help you with."