I don't own Young Justice.

One slice.

He lied.

Two slice.

To everyone.

Three slice.

It was him who put Kaldur in that position.

Four.

And Artemis.

Five.

And if it wasn't for Artemis being there, Wally wouldn't be dead.

Six.

He killed Wally.

Seven.

It was all his fault.

Dick Grayson sunk to the ground of the bathroom in his Blüdhaven apartment, the cut on his wrist running too deep. The crimson liquid covered the white tiles, staining his clothes as he lay there. He looked up, making eye contact with himself in the mirror.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry," he whispered, as his eyelids fluttered closed.