-This *Might* be inspired by The Solve It Squad Returns-

The league was aware that they fucked up. They tried to insist that they hadn't intentually traumatized the kids, but in hindsight; a training mission where they are forced to all die was a bad idea. Even if they hadn't got psycically trapped, those kids would've been screwed up.

They made the kids attend one counseling session, and offered others, but it came off in a very 'who wants to be a pussy' kind of way. They needed the team to be escorted on their missions, but first, they needed to be convinced to participated in missions.

Dick shook five-ish sleeping pills into his palm. He was only supposed to take one, but after a few weeks, he'd built up an immunity.

He lay on his bed, waiting for sleep to come. He slept most of the day, and since he wasn't allowed to go on patrol, he slept all night, too. It was a lot better than being concious with his thoughts.

He hadn't seen the team since the training exercise, and he didn't even really see them. He would miss his friends, but he was too tired. Weight, guilt and drugs, pulled at his eyelids. With the last of his energy, he reached out and closed the curtains closed against the sun. It was only one pm.

He let sleep overtake him again, enveloping him, slowly. He became unconcious to the passing of time.

There was a knock at the door. Asleep, he waited for it to go away. It didn't.

"Dick? The team has another mission..." a few more seconds of silence. "Dick? I'm going to come in." There was the sound of Dick's half-hearted baracade being pushed aside as the door opened. "Dick, wake up."

Dick kept ignoring his father, hoping unconciousness would reconsume him and block out all sound.  After about a minute of listening to his father talk, he let his eyes open a little. 

"Why."

"Dick, please, I haven't seen you in days. Why are you always-" He spied the half-empty pill bottle on the nightstand. He'd just gotten this perscription refilled. "Oh Dick..."

"Sorry." Was all his brain could think to say.

"We'll talk about this later." He sighed. "Your team needs you."

"No."

Bruce tried a different approach. "You have a mission, you have to do this."

"All I have to do is pay taxes and die." The boy croaked.

"Come on, get up. You're going to do this."

Dick waited until he was alone before finally rolling out of bed. His body needed something. He went to the medic in cabinet, and he took out a few bottles; Prozac, Diazepam, and Bruce's Caffeine pills. Fuck doseges. He shook a couple of each into his hand and downed them with water, straight from the tap. It'd do for now. 

The only sign that time had passed since he locked himself in his room was a paper, dated last week, with a title like: 'Green Arrow Drug Bust, in Downtown Star City'

'at least someone is useful...' Dick sighed, kicking the paper out of his way.

Bruce took his sleeping pills, but he had a backup stash. He threw these, and the bottles from the cabinet in his overnight bag with a few things Bruce said he needed.

The team was in shambles, and the teens had detiriated over a few weeks; oily hair, breakouts, sagging eyes, drastically gained and lost weight, and poor blood pressure, with looks of disappointment, fear, and guilt permanantly plastered to their faces.

Most of they had to literally pulled out of their bedrooms, and none of them wanted to be there.

They weren't getting their usual kind of mission, they were in no state for that, instead, they had a mission that they thought might stimulate them intellectually. Though, it was bold of them to assume the kids had any mind left after the shit they'd pulled.

Their instructions were simple, observe and record details, so the league could find out who, at some motel in Pensilvania, was selling cocaine. A basic assignment; a cop could do it, so these kids could surely handle it. It wasn't really important, but these kids couldn't be trusted with anything else yet.

"Hey." Wally stated when he saw him. Wally was fucked, he was so determinded not to feel bad, that he'd practically turned his brain inside-out. He bookended every sentence with a forced, tortured, laugh, and put any joke he could think of into his dialogue.

Dick nodded to him mutely. They were headed to the bioship with today's league chaperones; Black Canary and Green Arrow.

The team hadn't even spoken yet. They spent the whole briefing in silence; not whispering back-and-forth, not giggling imaturely, not fidgeting or passing notes, or making eye contact and bursting into sudden, uncomfortable laughter. They were like beaten and abused rag dolls.

Even in the Bioship; no one played music, the ship never adjusted to seat them comfortably, no one joked aroun or even took out their phone.

This is all to say; the team was not a team, it was a mess of depression and unresolved trauma.

"This is gonna be an awkward mission." Wallly emmited another needy, desperate laugh. Artemis snapped.

"Yo, Shut your dumbass up before I get over there and smack you!"

"My dad already did that." His laugh was shakey. He was so desperate to entertain that he'd lost his filter.

"Okay, let's stay on topic..." Ollie was bad at deescalating situations.

Artemis scoffed. "On which topic? This useless mission, or how you invited me to stay at your place, and then immidiately dipped and stayed at a hotel to avoid me you shithead."

He couldn't answer that one, and things got quiet and uncomfortable again. None of them even flinched when M'gann's distracted flying nearly got them killed. She swerved away from the jet at the last second, already bawling her eyes out. Kaldur drove them the rest of the way.

Dianah tried to comfort the girl, but she was in bad shape. She'd almost gotten all of them killed, you know? Like in the simulation the league made them do? 

They landed about five 'o'  clock, changed into their cover identities and checking into this cheap motel. They were paired up so; Artemis and M'gann, Robin and Kaldur, Wally and Conner, and the chaperones together.

They assembled in the girls' rooms to plan.

"There are only a few employees here." Started. "Girls, you can start on the receptionist and maid, Kid and Superboy, start on the managers, Robin and Aqualad, search around the staff areas for evidence."

"Okay, Robin, come, please." Kaldur invited meekly, the boy following him. Neither wanted to lead this god-forsaken team anymore. They snapped the door shut after them.

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They wished they could say that there was some great search, there wasn't. There was a straight quarter-pound of Cocaine in the paper towel depenser. Dick wouldn't Have even checked there if he hadn't leant on it to regain balance. 

That was it. A quarter-pounde of pure coke. Nothing suspicious about the staff, exept for the righteous confusion as to why so many depressed teenagers were trying to talk to them.

"Getting water." Robin said basically his first words since the mission was announced.

"Okay." Wally coughed. "Have fun for me." Another nervous laugh. 

Dick left to his' and Kaldur's room and retrieved his water bottle and pills. He sat on the edge of the bed in silence, he grimiced as he felt his previous dosage wearing off. He continued to grimice at the filthy carpet for several minutes, and began wrestling with the pill bottles.

He heard a key enter the lock. He got the last few caps off and started throwing pills into his mouth. But it was too late. He must've looked suspicious.

"What are you taking?" Kaldur asked. Dick shrugged, downing some water and swallowing hard. The elder boy picked up a couple bottles. "These aren't meant to be taken simultaneously. These are stimulants, and these are depressants."

"Huh." Dick had taken too many, he was just realizing. But, the drugs were masking his ability to panic. 

"Please, I need to tell Black Canary."

"Okay." Dick followed him, numb, into the harshly lit hallway.

Kaldur sat him down outside the chaperone's room, and began looking for signs of an overdose. It was hard, because he didn't know what an overdose from these medications would look like. 

Over the course of a few minutes, Dick's health plummeted; he was getting dizzy, drowsy, and having trouble staying upright. 

The older boy was really getting worried now. "Stay still, I'm getting Black Canary."

"No..." He groaned, falling against the wall. He felt like he was about to vomit. 

Dianah was out in a second. "How much did you take?" Dick shrugged, not wanting to risk opening his mouth. "Okay, we're taking you in, and we're going to enduce vomitting."

Dick shook his head, crushing his eyes closed, as she helped him up and dragged him into her room. 

"Rob?" Wally asked as he saw their enterence.

"Everyone out." Dianah ordered.

"No fucking-" The redhead squinted at the boy as he was set down on one of the beds, sweating and shaking. Dianah forced a trashcan into his arms and began rifling in her duffle bag for the first-aid kit. 

"What happened." Oliver asked; kid looked like he'd had his ass kicked by Count Vertigo.

"Later." Dianah messured a few capsules of activated charcoal; it was all they had. "Take these." 

Dick forced his mouth closed tried to shake his head but was too dizzy. He hadn't been sober in a week. Desperately, because there was no way the team's youngest was overdosing on his first mission back, Dianah clamped the boy's nose closed. Eventually, he had to open his mouth for air, and she forced the pills down his throat.

The team was in utter disaray; Kaldur was sure that he'd let his teammate die again. Wally was talking, loudly, to try and distract himself from his terror. Artemis was shouting, M'gann was on the bathroom counter having a literal, actual panic attack, she thought she was goping to watch robin die again. Conner stood silently on the sidelines, eyes glassy, unmoving, like a statue. Dianah hurridly explained under all the shouting.

Eventually, the charcoal and dizzyness overtook him, and he keeled over the trashcan. Once he'd empied his stomach, several times, things began to clear up slightly.

"...Fuck..." he groaned. "...ah shit..."

"ROBIN!" Wally exclaimed. Artemis smacked the back of his head before she could be pulled back. "What the FUCK did you do?" He still tried to sound lighthearted and lesting.

Dick cringed at all the noise. "Quiet." He ordered. They tried to quiet down, leaving only the deafening sound of M'gann's laboured breathing.

"I'll Handle this." Dianah whispered, heading into the tiny, disgusting bathroom to try and talk the girl down.

Dick leaned against Wally, his eyes closed. Most of the medication was in his bloodstream already. "Sorry."

"Sorry for what?" Wally hissed; a mix of concerned and bad stand-up comiedien.

Dick drew a shaky finger across his neck, a huge gasp escaping his lungs as his psysical awareness melted.

"Oh, OH, OKAY, OH." Wally realized what he was referring to, repressed memoried flooded back. "OH, JESUS, OKAY." He dropped Dick back onto the bed and ran from the room