So how did we get here? Okay, recap time. Basically, what happened was... A lot actually. You guys were on a mission, likewise. Your team was split into partners, with M'gann's telepathy link to make communication way more easier and stealthier. Pretty basic mission stuff, right? Wrong, that's when it all went downhill. Your parents had texted you, mid-mission, about something. Something you had hoped never happened. Your parents finding your blade stash. They bombed your phone with texts, calls, everything. Which ultimately led you to check your phone. That led to the hostages dying... Somehow it was your fault. I mean, my condolences and all... Nevermind. It didn't matter what you thought anyways. You were just a stupid kid at the end of the day. Whatever. You and your teammates stood in headquarters. The League standing in front of you guys.

Yelling, scolding, lectures.

"DO YOU EVEN REALIZE WHAT YOU'VE CAUSED!? A careless mistake!" And he was off, honestly the man was a work of art. Captain Atom just continued yelling.

Don't cry. Do. Not. Cry. Oh cries, who were you kidding? Tears were welling up in your eyes, your face was just neutral. You had a pretty good poker face on. Your fists were clenched by your side, your breath was held. Not daring to make any moments. You learned to just tune out yelling. Ah yes, panic attack. My old friend. The feeling of holding back so much, the lump at the back of your throat, bottling it up so much that it hurts.

Dick looked at his father, Bruce. Trying to think of all the possible things he would say. M'gann was already crying, Conner had a sort of stone cold face. Kuldar was the same, more softer, Artemis was the same result. Wally was just staring at you, fidgeting nervously.