Tallest building in the state? Lame.

Then again, that could do something with the fact that I'm an acrobat.

And I lied to myself- I lied to them. I'm not here for just the view.

I'm flying at first, feels kind of nice- you know those butterflies you feel from the fall. But those butterflies are moths, tearing me apart as I fall. I learn that I am terrified.

The thrill is like that of a rollercoaster.

But this is a little different; I'm not doing this for the flight- I'm doing this for the fall.

I don't fall though- I can't decide if I'm disappointed or not. I'm carried and put down gently on the tarmac, it being such a gentle movement, I would've thought I glided myself, if I hadn't known better. And hadn't she known better? I want to fall- just let me be. No, she never lets me be.

Raven yells at me. I feel the burn on my cheek after she'd struck me across the face.

Then I hear a series of accusations from Beastboy and Cyborg. "What's the matter witchu, man?" "Dude…What were you thinking?"

And I don't even know what I was thinking. I don't know if I was in fact thinking at all.

Raven takes a harsh grip on my shirt, slightly lifting me off the ground.

I might've been scared.

"Stop!"

She doesn't care; doesn't care to let me know that I was stupid. I was. She doesn't care to screw me over because I was suicidal. I was. She cares that I'm simply okay; because that's just how simple she is. She holds my head in her hands and rests it right above her chest. She strokes her fingers through my matted and sweaty hair. She wipes the tears I didn't know were there. She mended the part of my heart that I didn't know needed mending. I am most definitely glad that she never lets me be. Because I don't know where I'd be.

Sometimes you don't need tough love. Sometimes, you just need love- in all its tenderness.

And my head against her chest, her arms wrapped around me, her gentle kiss on my head, so faint, almost non-existent; yes. Love at its most tender.

I can take a slap in the face. I can take piercing insults and accusations. But I can't take the look in her eyes that pierce right through me, like this is of my causing, my fault.

Maybe if I'd known she'd catch me, I would've done it ten times over.

Maybe If I'd known she'd cry, I wouldn't have done it at all.

Author's Note(s):

Ok, yes. Robin is suicidal. Yea. I don't know. Aha. I am a much stranger author than I thought I was.

Also, thankyou soooooooo much for all the awesome feedback for my last story, "And I became a man."! I couldn't believe people actually liked it! Really excited right to keep writing! I was definitely conscious of that one, being so out of my comfort zone with that topic. But oh man, you guys are the best! Thankyou very very much!

After I finished writing this I realized it bore much resemblance to something I read (AND LOVED.) So much for originality. (BUMMER.) Although, apparently, there's really no such thing of originality in human psychology, humans reuse ideas subconsciously (INTERESTING.) Ok yea, so if you by any chance find yourself liking this, the slightest bit, you should check out Dlvvanzor's "When Robin gets sick.": .net/s/2713155/1/

Even if you're not finding yourself liking this the slightest bit- READ IT ANYWAY! It's really awesome.

No joke.

Lastly, I welcome constructive criticism, I value it almost as much as praise! Please no flames though- let's be happy please. LOL.

Okay thanks!

-Blue