Chapter Six

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(P.O.V. of M'gann)

"He WHAT?" Batman yelled.

I winced. We never saw Batman this angry before. When he was angry, it was usually a cold, quiet, anger. 

I gulped, "He got kidnapped by The Joker and Harley Quinn."

"And you did NOTHING? NOTHING AT ALL?"

"Br- Batman," Black Canary said from behind him, "they couldn't do anything. And they're just kids." 

Batman whirled to face Black Canary, "HE'S JUST A KID TOO! AND NOT TO MENTION THE YOUNGEST OF THE TEAM!"

"But the most experienced," Black Canary noted.

Batman growled and stormed out of the room, entering a Zeta Tube.

There was a silence after Batman left the room.

My eyesight became blurry, and it was only till big, fat tears started to roll down my cheeks when I realised I was crying.

I tried to stop, but the tears kept falling, like a leaky pipe. I broke down, sobbing. 

"Hey," Superboy knelt down next to me, "it's not your fault."

"It is," the words burst out of my throat, "I should have done something! Instead I got knocked out. And now Robin's kidnapped and Batman's mad at me and it's all my fault..."

Black Canary knelt down too, "Batman didn't mean it. He's just scared for Robin."

I laughed, but it sounded more like a nervous squawk, "Batman? Nervous?"

Black Canary smiled sadly, "Oh, you have no idea how many times he has to leave Justice League meetings to take care of his youngest son."

My voice hitched as I said, "Robin has a brother?"

She nodded, "He has 3 brothers."

I hiccuped, "The house must be chaotic." 

She smiled.

I wiped my eyes and stood up, smiling and floated into my room.

I shut the door and sat on the bed.

And the tears came again.


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