A/n: This is like the previous chapters, it is about Tim, his thoughts and feelings.

Replaced.
Not enough.
Unneeded.
Nothing.
Worthless.
Invisible.

It felt like all the air in my lungs and in the world was gone.
I'm suffocating.
I can't breathe, can't move and especially can't comprehend all of this.

Robin.
His identity was taken right from under him, leaving him off balanced and empty.

Dick, my mentor, role model, hero...big brother took a piece of me and crushed it, as if it was nothing.
As if I didn't matter.
He clearly didn't care what or how I felt, it seemed no one did.

I was replaced. Unwanted.
They didn't need me, they didn't want me anymore.
Did they ever want me?
Was I never wanted, was I never important or good enough for them?

Alone.
That is all I am. Alone and empty.
Numbness has taken over and I feel nothing, because I am nothing.

No one cares. No one sees me. I'm nothing. I'm invisible and don't matter.
I never did.

I feel so empty and lost now. I don't understand why I'm feeling this but I especially can't understand why I'm not enough.

Would it be better if I was out of the way?
Would their lives run smoother, would they be joyful to no longer have me around?
Would they even notice I was gone?

No, I doubt they would notice my absence, why would they? They all hate me. I'm in the way, I have no value, no purpose here. I once thought I mattered but I was clearly just a place holder for someone else.
No one needs....wants me here. How could they I'm a failure, a unwanted freak, useless and not important enough to count, for my life to mean anything to anyone.
Am I truly that unimportant?

To my parents, I was a disappointment, a clear failure from the start. All I ever did was let them down. Not enough. Not smart enough, not confident enough, and just not good enough to begin with.

I'm left completely numb and alone, and I don't see a point in going on anymore.

All I've ever done was try my hardest to please everyone.  I tried to be the son my parents wanted, I tried to be the Robin Bruce needed and I tried my best to be a brother to Dick, a grandson to Alfred.
I showed them the best I could do, but I guess my best just wasn't good enough for them.

I keep trying my hardest to impress Bruce but he doesn't listen, doesn't notice.
He doesn't see me.
He never wanted me. I forced myself into this world, into his life. So maybe this is all just my fault and I shouldn't expect anything more than what I am getting, what I've gotten.

I should be grateful for the chance to be Robin, to matter for those small moments.
And now that it is over, so can my worthless life. I am worn and tired. I've had enough, I'm done. If I'm not wanted, if I'm not cared about or good enough them why am I still here?

Why am I still struggling to breathe, to live when I never should have. My parents deserved a better child. Dick deserves a better little brother, and now he has one.
Bruce never needed me nor did he ever care. But, I do believe he could of had a better Robin after Jason's death and now it seems the perfect everything has arrived and shined a light on his pathetic, worthless life.

My parents never cared, I knew that but I had hoped that they did and would.
I began to believe that I would be loved again, but I was clearly  wrong.
Bruce, Alfred, Dick, Barbara, Steph, no one loves me or needs me.

Because I'm......

replaceable.

Nothing.