Wally's brain was running in overdrive. Finding out what had happened to Robin led him to a fork in the road. After visiting Wayne Manor, it was clear that Robin was not there. In fact, it seemed that every one in Gotham city and surrounding areas knew Robin had vanished. But there were no leads to follow, no change in superhero protected cities. And that meant one of two things.
Robin had decided it was enough and ended his misery.
Robin had just disappeared.
Wally hoped to heaven, hell, and back that it was the latter; if he had made Robin cut is own life short...Wally had no idea what he would do because everything inside him twisted sourly at the thought and he was filled with a great sadness and remorse. So, with a guilty heart, Wally set out to find any sign, any clue, any hint as to where Robin had gone. That started at the library, burying himself with any information he could find; o anything that even mentioned Robin. And that's where two of his teammates (surprisingly) found him. He was browsing online for any recente events concerning Robin when a hand was placed on his shoulder. He turned his head, looking into Megan's eyes (she'd shape shifted so her green skin turned peach).
“Wally have te been here all day?” she asked.
“Yeah.”
Wally looked away as Megan's eyes left his to stare at the computer. Her hand squeezed his shoulder tightly as she read the articolo he'd found. But it wasn't much help; a newspaper column on the Boy Wonder (and Batman of course) a few day's before he disappeared. Megan looked back at Wally who was currently staring at his hands. She released the firm grip on his shoulder.
“Wally, te need to come to the mountain. Batman has something that could lead us to Robin.”
As the words left her mouth, Megan felt a cool and hurried breeze brush past her. A small smile lifted her lips as she turned to the only other team member there.
“We should go,” Connor said, taking her hand as they walked out the door.
Megan turned to him.
“You think he'll be okay?” she asked quietly.
“Yeah. Wally tends to get over things quickly. It may take some time but Wally will get past it.”
Megan squeezed her boyfriend's (SURPRISE!) hand. Wally was going to be okay; they just had to find Robin in order to cement his will-be-found happiness.

He flipped the black hair out of his eyes; he had been gone a little più than a week and e hadn't trained once. So when he'd decided to pick up where he'd left of, he was so not ready to try and go to his utmost limit. His muscles were sore and tired, sweat dripped down from his forehead, and his camicia fell to reveal his perfectly formed and very sweaty upper build from his position of hanging upside down from the crossbars. (Bet te all Amore that image XD!) The doors opened and Robin's gaze went to Raven. She came towards him, his red cell phone in her hands.
“You have over one-hundred text messages. te sure te don't want to answer?” Raven asked as she levitated his water bottle where he had jumped down. She held his body upright when he started to fall backwards, moving him to the bench placed not that far away.
“Thanks.”
Raven nodded, releasing him from her grasp. He took the bottle she'd “handed” to him as she flew over. She sat successivo to him, handing over his phone.
“You should answer.”
“Why? If I do then they'll be able to find me with no problem. Then I'll be back at the mountain, back at Wayne Manor, and back to being worthless.”
He gripped the phone tightly in his hand, sadness turning to anger. With a ferocious shout, Robin threw the phone against the bacheca and watched it fall. Raven gaped at him; this was NOT how Dick Grayson, secret identity to the Boy Wonder, acted. But she didn't blame him.
“You are not worthless, Dick. te are probably the most loved and most valuable non-sidekick ever known in the history of non-sidekicks. Besides, te don't need to feel worthless. You're amazing. te do things people with superpowers can't do and he have no powers; just skill. And that has kept te alive. Most of the Heroes wouldn't even be here if they didn't have superpowers. That's how good te are; how valuable to the world. People can look at te and say 'I can do that. If I practice well enough and long enough, I can do that.' They wish to have superpowers and they don't. People look at te and think they can do anything; if Robin can do it, so can I.”
Robin gazed down at the floor before looking up at Raven. Her eyes were determined and pleading, her hand resting on his thigh. He stared at her for a long minute. Then he released a very heavy sigh; a sigh he'd probably been holding in for weeks.
“You're so encouraging. How do te know for sure that's what people think of me?”
“I'm an empath; I've read their emotions and I know how they feel. If I have to use those feelings, those people, to get te to see your value, then I will. But something tells me te are starting to feel treasured inside.”
Robin nodded slowly. He stood, walked to the door, stopped, turned around, jogged to her, and kissed Raven's cheek.
“Thank you,” he whispered.
Raven smiled at him (one of the very few she smiled at) and stood.
“Your welcome, Dick.”
She walked out with him. They left and the gym was quiet. The doors were locked and the lights were shut off. But in that dark room, a light switched on and a loud vibrating sound echoed without being heard. It was a new text on Robin's phone.
I'm so sorry!