You were cold water on a hot day, a warm shower on a cold day. You were the one who comforted everyone else. You were the one kept everyone from fighting. You were the one who was always smiling. Even when Dick and Hank yelled at you, even when Gar snapped at you, even when Rachel ignored you, even when Donna and Dawn chastised you.

So why was it that there were two empty Xanax bottles on your bed? Sure you broke your wrist yesterday on the mission, but that wouldn’t need you to take two whole bottles of Xanax.

Gar couldn’t find you in your room. He ran to the kitchen to maybe see you making lunch. He ran to the training room to maybe see you train. He ran to Jason’s room to maybe see you make out with Jason. But no. He couldn’t find you anywhere and the lump in his throat got bigger.

The only place he could think of was the roof. He runs faster than he’s ever ran and jerks the door open. And there you stood, staring out on the city. Your arms limp beside you, pen and paper on the ground beside you.