Warning: light gore, cursing, Yaoi, very bad language
Disclaimer: If I owned young justice, then may god have mercy on the characters souls
It was nightfall, windy, cold, dark and dank.
Just the way he liked it.
Graverobber chuckled as tossed his shovel over his shoulder. His wild, long and thick black hair danced wildly in the wind. His brown felt coat and tight black leather jeans served as the only protection for it. He grinned wildly, his animal like fangs glimmered slightly in the moon light. As he made his way to the fallen sidekick's grave, a song he remembered he sang when he first started his job began to ring and buzz in his head as he forced the shovel into the wet, freshly dug dirt.
Hey mister grave robber
Tell us a story
Digging up the bones; yet none of the glory
He was not cruel, nor did he have sympathy. He was just a pawn, a little piece in the fucked-up-world he lived in today. I