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It's all a blur what happens next.
One moment everything is unearthly quiet as everyone grieves in their own way, the next they are trying to tear Wallace West from Robin's corpse.

It was as if in that moment, when Batman had spoken Robin's true name, the Meta had broken. He couldn't accept the cruel reality that this best friend is dead. Simply dead.
He couldn't accept that the boy who could drive him insane and back again was gone.
He couldn't accept that he had lost his brother.

The Flash just turns away, overwhelmed.

Wally refused the tears to fall from his emerald eyes as he pauses a moment and takes a deep breath. He wasn't going to let his best friend die like this. If they were going to die, then they would die in battle together as teammates.

Leaning over his fallen friend, Wally closes his eyes and steadies himself, not truly understanding what he's about to do.
Reaching deep within himself, Wally searches for an unknown current of energy that uncle Barry had described to him once.
"It's called the Speed force. It's what gives us speedsters our power. You feel it running through you? It's an energy that connects us all together, and if you try hard enough, you can access it and use it to your advantage. You and I use it on a smaller degree when it comes to our accelerated healing."
Wait… accelerated healing? Suddenly a crazy, unrealistic idea comes to Wally's mind

Not pausing a moment so consider if it's even possible, Wally forces the electrical hum within him to obey. He forces it out, through his fingertips. The air begins to crackle with the charge, visible sparks of red flash through the air.
Wally opens his eyes and forces his palms into to Robin's icy chest.
Robin's body convulses sickeningly with the jolt of electricity and for a fraction of a second, Kid Flash almost gives up, disgusted and overwhelmed.
But no. Robin would never give up on me. Ever. Remember his smile, remember his laugh. Remember all those nights spent in Gotham, doing nothing but talking. Remember fighting side by side. Remember.
The air crackles again, only this time with a higher intensity than before as if to match Kid Flash's determination.
Barry freezes, recognizing the hum that fills the air and turns to face his nephew, not believing his eyes. Everyone just watches.
Wally forces down on his friends chest again, the energy in the room spiking, electrical currents shifting through his hair.
Again.
Again.
Again.
Forcing out a rhythm, a heartbeat. All the while hoping that, if even for a second, he could somehow manage to heal Robin.
The young speedster pulls together all the energy he possibly can, the speed force dances through the air, the lights flicker. He gives everything he possibly could, and then some with one last shock to the corpse that was his best friend.
With that Wallace West collapses on his side. Exhausted.
Robin's hollow body remains motionless.
Barry comes over and helps Wally to his feet, wrapping his arms around the younger to support him.
"You did the best you could. I'm proud of you" he mutters shakily into Wally's hair as he leads him away from the corpse, the rest of the league follows, with the exception of Batman. Their fragile hope shatters like a glass.
It was stupid to even think that there was hope.
Their footsteps echo in the empty cavern, the silence is crushing.
Then, suddenly, from out of the silence come a single, convulsing, shuddering, excruciatingly drawn out breath that reverberates off of the stone walls.
Everyone spins around in time to catch sight of Robin's chest arched off of the floor with the effort it took to take in that single precious breath.
No one moves. No one breathes. No one dares to hope… well maybe for a moment.
Again Robin convulses with the extreme effort of his next pained breath and then breaks down coughing up blood and stale water.
His eyes flutter open, pupils dilated to an extreme, revealing magnificent ice blue irises.
He takes another breath, this one slightly less labored.
Batman drops to his knees beside his son, the rest of the league flocking to his side in total and utter disbelief.
Again Robin begins coughing and falls into some sort of twitching fit.
The entire room lets out a breath they didn't know they had been holding. Megan starts to cry again, not with sadness, but with relief, the same relief that every person in that room is now flooded with.
Robin lies still on the floor again, breathing so quickly it's almost as if he's panting. When his breathing slows down he struggles with an uncooperative body to prop himself up onto one elbow. Batman helps him up ever so slowly with trembling hands, as if the smallest misplaced movement could pull his son away from him again.
Robin's eyes are unfocused and far away, but ever so slowly with each shuddering breath, the dull gray fog that had settled over them lifts and they begin to slowly drift around the room taking in the pale faces of the people gathered around him.
In the first two minutes he simply struggles to catch his breath, not bothering to pay attention to the figures now hurriedly crowding around him. Everything is to blurry anyway, and every time the boy wonder would try to pull a face into focus the now constant pounding in his head would flair and the ringing in his ears would spike and screech uncomfortably loud, just worsening the headache. Richard Grayson simply sits in a stupor.
In the next three minutes the bothersome fog has lifted enough for the young hero to catch and pull snippets of his surroundings into focus, an eye here, a smile there. Nothing lasting long enough for the image to make any sense, from what he could tell through the haze there are lots of people around, and from what he could tell through the haze there are lots of people around, and all of them seem very excited over something.

After another few minutes of very deep breaths the ringing in his ears subsides to a manageable level and the voices of those around him are no longer an agitated buzz. His headache even subsides enough for him to pull entire faces into focus.

Things are starting to make sense again and bits and pieces of memories come trickling back into awareness.
Soon he can put names to the images pushing through the fog.
't-that's Bruce…….and there's KF and Uncle Barry….' Slowly, in his mind he counts off the names of his teammate's and their mentors.

'But why is everyone standing around me?'

Suddenly a sturdy arm is around his back, helping the Boy Wonder in his quest to sit up, when he does finally manage to get into a sitting position, he gets such a terrible head rush that he nearly blacks out again. When his vision clears up again he shakes his head slightly, willing the fog to disperse.
Then, through his left ear, he hears a muffled noise. The noise grows louder as the ringing in his ears subsides enough for him to hear. The noise grows louder and he slightly scrunches up his face in displeasure, wishing the noise would stop. Turning slowly to the left he looks up through half lidded ice blue eyes at the source of the noise, which just so happens to be Batman.
His mouth is moving, but the words that come out are making little sense to the Boy Wonder, yet Batman just keeps talking.
"-Ichard…can –ou hea- me?" Is what Robin hears in a moment of clarity, feeling a bit better with each passing minute.
Now the young hero notices for the first time the worry so clearly evident on his father's face, even with the cowl on. He figures Something must have happened.
"Richard…Robin…can you hear me?" Batman asks again with renewed urgency.
"Ss-ok…Dad…I'm fi-fine….just….just be quiet, you're making my….headache w…worse" Robin replies slowly, his voice slow and drawling, but surprisingly strong as well.
Batman's eyes widen slightly when Robin finally speaks
"Ss-ok…" he drawls again with a small smile.
Batman pulls his son into a crushing hug.

Description
It's all a blur what happens next.
One moment everything is unearthly quiet as everyone grieves in their own way, the next they are trying to tear Wallace West from Robin's corpse.

It was as if in that moment, when Batman had spoken Robin's true name, the Meta had broken. He couldn't accept the cruel reality that this best friend is dead. Simply dead.
He couldn't accept that the boy who could drive him insane and back again was gone.
He couldn't accept that he had lost his brother.

The Flash just turns away, overwhelmed.

Wally refused the tears to fall from his emerald eyes as he pauses a moment and takes a deep breath. He wasn't going to let his best friend die like this. If they were going to die, then they would die in battle together as teammates.

Leaning over his fallen friend, Wally closes his eyes and steadies himself, not truly understanding what he's about to do.
Reaching deep within himself, Wally searches for an unknown current of energy that uncle Barry had described to him once.
"It's called the Speed force. It's what gives us speedsters our power. You feel it running through you? It's an energy that connects us all together, and if you try hard enough, you can access it and use it to your advantage. You and I use it on a smaller degree when it comes to our accelerated healing."
Wait… accelerated healing? Suddenly a crazy, unrealistic idea comes to Wally's mind

Not pausing a moment so consider if it's even possible, Wally forces the electrical hum within him to obey. He forces it out, through his fingertips. The air begins to crackle with the charge, visible sparks of red flash through the air.
Wally opens his eyes and forces his palms into to Robin's icy chest.
Robin's body convulses sickeningly with the jolt of electricity and for a fraction of a second, Kid Flash almost gives up, disgusted and overwhelmed.
But no. Robin would never give up on me. Ever. Remember his smile, remember his laugh. Remember all those nights spent in Gotham, doing nothing but talking. Remember fighting side by side. Remember.
The air crackles again, only this time with a higher intensity than before as if to match Kid Flash's determination.
Barry freezes, recognizing the hum that fills the air and turns to face his nephew, not believing his eyes. Everyone just watches.
Wally forces down on his friends chest again, the energy in the room spiking, electrical currents shifting through his hair.
Again.
Again.
Again.
Forcing out a rhythm, a heartbeat. All the while hoping that, if even for a second, he could somehow manage to heal Robin.
The young speedster pulls together all the energy he possibly can, the speed force dances through the air, the lights flicker. He gives everything he possibly could, and then some with one last shock to the corpse that was his best friend.
With that Wallace West collapses on his side. Exhausted.
Robin's hollow body remains motionless.
Barry comes over and helps Wally to his feet, wrapping his arms around the younger to support him.
"You did the best you could. I'm proud of you" he mutters shakily into Wally's hair as he leads him away from the corpse, the rest of the league follows, with the exception of Batman. Their fragile hope shatters like a glass.
It was stupid to even think that there was hope.
Their footsteps echo in the empty cavern, the silence is crushing.
Then, suddenly, from out of the silence come a single, convulsing, shuddering, excruciatingly drawn out breath that reverberates off of the stone walls.
Everyone spins around in time to catch sight of Robin's chest arched off of the floor with the effort it took to take in that single precious breath.
No one moves. No one breathes. No one dares to hope… well maybe for a moment.
Again Robin convulses with the extreme effort of his next pained breath and then breaks down coughing up blood and stale water.
His eyes flutter open, pupils dilated to an extreme, revealing magnificent ice blue irises.
He takes another breath, this one slightly less labored.
Batman drops to his knees beside his son, the rest of the league flocking to his side in total and utter disbelief.
Again Robin begins coughing and falls into some sort of twitching fit.
The entire room lets out a breath they didn't know they had been holding. Megan starts to cry again, not with sadness, but with relief, the same relief that every person in that room is now flooded with.
Robin lies still on the floor again, breathing so quickly it's almost as if he's panting. When his breathing slows down he struggles with an uncooperative body to prop himself up onto one elbow. Batman helps him up ever so slowly with trembling hands, as if the smallest misplaced movement could pull his son away from him again.
Robin's eyes are unfocused and far away, but ever so slowly with each shuddering breath, the dull gray fog that had settled over them lifts and they begin to slowly drift around the room taking in the pale faces of the people gathered around him.
In the first two minutes he simply struggles to catch his breath, not bothering to pay attention to the figures now hurriedly crowding around him. Everything is to blurry anyway, and every time the boy wonder would try to pull a face into focus the now constant pounding in his head would flair and the ringing in his ears would spike and screech uncomfortably loud, just worsening the headache. Richard Grayson simply sits in a stupor.
In the next three minutes the bothersome fog has lifted enough for the young hero to catch and pull snippets of his surroundings into focus, an eye here, a smile there. Nothing lasting long enough for the image to make any sense, from what he could tell through the haze there are lots of people around, and from what he could tell through the haze there are lots of people around, and all of them seem very excited over something.

After another few minutes of very deep breaths the ringing in his ears subsides to a manageable level and the voices of those around him are no longer an agitated buzz. His headache even subsides enough for him to pull entire faces into focus.

Things are starting to make sense again and bits and pieces of memories come trickling back into awareness.
Soon he can put names to the images pushing through the fog.
't-that's Bruce…….and there's KF and Uncle Barry….' Slowly, in his mind he counts off the names of his teammate's and their mentors.

'But why is everyone standing around me?'

Suddenly a sturdy arm is around his back, helping the Boy Wonder in his quest to sit up, when he does finally manage to get into a sitting position, he gets such a terrible head rush that he nearly blacks out again. When his vision clears up again he shakes his head slightly, willing the fog to disperse.
Then, through his left ear, he hears a muffled noise. The noise grows louder as the ringing in his ears subsides enough for him to hear. The noise grows louder and he slightly scrunches up his face in displeasure, wishing the noise would stop. Turning slowly to the left he looks up through half lidded ice blue eyes at the source of the noise, which just so happens to be Batman.
His mouth is moving, but the words that come out are making little sense to the Boy Wonder, yet Batman just keeps talking.
"-Ichard…can –ou hea- me?" Is what Robin hears in a moment of clarity, feeling a bit better with each passing minute.
Now the young hero notices for the first time the worry so clearly evident on his father's face, even with the cowl on. He figures Something must have happened.
"Richard…Robin…can you hear me?" Batman asks again with renewed urgency.
"Ss-ok…Dad…I'm fi-fine….just….just be quiet, you're making my….headache w…worse" Robin replies slowly, his voice slow and drawling, but surprisingly strong as well.
Batman's eyes widen slightly when Robin finally speaks
"Ss-ok…" he drawls again with a small smile.
Batman pulls his son into a crushing hug.