Emily (Em) was the youngest Grayson. She wasn't a part of her families circus act but Emily was still as, or even more, flexible and stable as the rest of her family. The four of them were super close, if you saw one you usually saw them all. Until that one fateful fucking day. *ON HOLD* •°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°• "I'm not his fucking sidekick!" "Well, I'm not the one wearing the Robin suit so..." - "God, swallow your ego for a second and just admit you fucked up!" - "Jason, something's wrong with me..." "You'll be alright, I promise." •°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°• Contains: - Cursing - Spoilers - Gore - Mentions Of Death - NSFW - Smoking - Drinking - PTSD •°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°• I DO NOT OWN TITANS OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS OTHER THAN EMILY, THE CREDITS GO OUT TO THE WRITERS AND PRODUCERS •°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°• This is also sort of a slow burn fanfic, so if you're not into that *shrugs*