Location: With the League (Slade ran off)
POV: 3rd Person POV
Subject: Cure (feels ahead)

They couldn't believe it! The team watched as the one person they all want to save, die. They all just stood in disbelief, attempting to process what just happened.

Until Superman spoke, "Wait I still hear a heartbeat!"

Superboy added on, "Yea, me too! Robin's still alive!"

"We need to get him to the medical bay! Fast!" Flash said as he grabbed the unconscious human running him back to the Mountain.

Everyone started to go back, everyone except Batman, who was still unsure of what happened. "He's alive? But Slade...and...what did that trigger do?" He questioned no one, "What do we do to wake him?"

*Medical Bay*

Dick was hooked up to multiple machines, and was being monitored by multiple doctors. The problem? None knew what was wrong! The only thing they know is that he's in a coma-like state.

"What do you mean you don't know!?" Batman was not happy about this.

"We mean we don't know what's causing this. It's nothing any of us have seen! It appears he's in a coma but we don't know what caused it! If we knew that we could possibly wake him up." One of the doctors struggled under Batman's glare while trying to explain.

"So run more tests!" Batman urgently suggested.

"We've ran all the tests we could! And as far as they say he should be awake. We can't find anything that would even slightly say he's in a coma."

Roy walked into the medbay, "Does it even matter?" He asked.

"What?" Batman glared.

"Not that I don't want him to wake up, but even if he did we'd just have to send him to jail. He is technically a criminal!" Roy explained.

It seemed everyone else had forgotten. When he wakes up they'll have to send him away. No one wanted to but, they were the heroes, they-they had to!

"What if we don't. No one has to know! We don't have to tell anyone!" Wally suggested.

"You really think no one will question why Batman's sidekick is back after being gone for so long?" Roy said shooting down the idea. "And that's just if he doesn't attack us beforehand!"

In short no one knew what to do. Plead insane? He would. Have Bruce Wayne's​ lawyers help? Not even they were that good.

(A/N: The rest is made by @Demon_Warlocks. Slade's POV)

I stared emotionless at my-our bed. It's silk covers were still and smooth. I reach up to unclasp my mask, tears rolling silently down my face. I'm assuming that he was dead, despite the small heartbeat. There's no way he could survive what that trigger did.

Wintergreen stood in the doorway. His weathered face was solemn.

"Sir, why don't you come sit down and have tea." He spoke very silently and with grief.

I felt something snap in me. I stood stiffly and stomped out of the room, ignoring him till I was halfway down the hallway. I called out from behind my shoulder, "I'll be back later, don't care to make dinner."

I heard him sigh and his shiny leather shoes clicked on the concrete floor as he probably headed to his quarters.

"Slade, you aren't the only person who misses him."

At his pained words, I left. My steel-tipped boots clinked and clanked against the floor. Tears still rained down my face but at a smaller pace. I clutched my sword, which I had grabbed on my out, and ran through the base doors.

'How ironic!' The clouds rained and poured on my unmasked face. My 2 colored mask was loosely held in my gloved hand. I closed my eye and pulled the mask over my wet face. As I did, salty tears found my mouth. They tasted odd, like blood, but...sadder.

"U"

My eye was pained and full of emotion but the curtains spoke otherwise. I was a cold-blooded mercenary, damn it! I shouldn't feel these emotions. So why?! Why now?! After everything!

I finally broke down.

"I-I-I just don't know anymore."

I fell to my knees and clutched my masked face. I threw it off, despite just putting it on. It was suffocating. Everything just felt like it constricted and squeezed my living being.

I sobbed...

"Why does this have to be so hard?!"

"WHY DANG IT?!"