Just a few days prior, he had been taken by Deathstroke and Dr Light. Just a few days since he fell from that awful building.

He had been struggling since, thinking he was nothing but a burden on his team. A burden on you.

But he pretended he was fine. Acting like the same cocky idiot he was before.

But you see through it.

You open his bedroom door slowly to check on him, worried.

He stands at his bedroom window, fighting back tears.

"I just keep falling..."

He whispers.