So, this has just been an idea of mine for awhile now. This fanfic will mostly be for me to practice writing and all that. Sorry if the continuity is off, since I either just go by memory or from what I've been told generally. Don't take this too seriously since there are bound to be plenty of mistakes.

Disclaimer-

I own none of these wonderful people besides the people I make up and even those can be sketchy sometimes. I own nothing unfortunately.

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Stopping wasn't an option. This...thing that he has become drives his quest constantly, without breaks, without emotion, without friends... It's almost ironic how everything turned out. Tim used to be somewhat happy with himself...with everything. He trained intensely and became the Robin that Batman needed so desperately after Jason's death. Although Tim always knew he and Bruce had a lot in common, he always thought that he would be able to control the darkness, that he'd be different somehow. What a joke that was. Life has a way of taking all of your hopes and dreams, and devouring them all. His father, Stephanie, Bart, Kon, Bruce. They were all gone. Tim became Red Robin, a darkened version of himself.

But now so many of them are back. Stephanie, Bart, Kon, and even Bruce! They look at him and wonder what on earth's wrong with him. He's not the person they let behind, and it kills him that he can no longer be that person. It's like being an outsider amongst the ones that you've been closest to your entire life, and there's nothing that you can do but sit there and pretend that all is okay.

And that brings Tim here. On a mission, alone, and ready to take down whatever bad guy behind all this.

There has been talk on the streets about a secret organization bent on 'destroying the world' and all that good stuff. Their motives were unclear, but not especially important. It all becomes the same after awhile. All the thugs were referring to them as HUNT. Tim had yet to figure out what it stood for, although he was starting to get an idea from what he had heard.

As soon as he pinpointed its location to Happy Harbor, Rhode Island, Tim knew he should've called in for backup. He still wanted to check for himself first before getting his friends involved though. So far, the so called 'headquarters' had been easy enough to break into. It was a huge building in the middle of town acting as a high school by day (that's a scary thought) and a villain's meetinghouse by night. All he had to do was pretend he was a student at Happy Harbor Prep (that includes wearing a uniform that he, uh, borrowed), get in to 'study', then hide until the scumbags came out to play.

That may be awhile considering that it is only 5 PM (the latest that students are allowed to stay). Tim, not liking to stand idle, decides to search for anything unusual. Just his luck, an older janitor with large glasses and squeaky shoes rounds the corner as soon as he comes out of the classroom he was hiding in.

"Hey son, we're a'closing right now. Come back tomorrow morning if ya need ta so bad," called the squinting, old man down the hall.

Tim gives a slight nod and adjusts his tie.

"Sorry, I was just leaving."

While turning away, an idea comes to him.

"Excuse me, but is it okay if I ask how long you've been working here, mister...uh," Tim purposely stuttered.

"Sprouse. Colin Sprouse, kid. Ya'd think this school would have every student know my name with all the work I've done here. I've worked here for over three years now, but I worked at the original school for even longer."

"The original?," Tim had a feeling he knew already.

"Don't you know? The original Happy Harbor Prep was blown to bits by those Junior Justice League, punks during one of their escapades," Mr. Sprouse spat.

"Uh, yeah. Young Justice, I believe,"

Tim was trying to sound clueless, although it was hard to when he remembered the entire thing. Metallo had landed nearby, looking for revenge against Robin and Superboy. Long story short, the battle was brought to a school where, surprise, surprise, the entire building was destroyed. Tim had been taking in all the damage, while Kon was gloating.

"That's what happens when you mess with the 'S'!" Kon had shouted.

Robin picked up an old yearbook when he turned to him.

"We nearly leveled this entire building! None of these kids can go to school until this is all cleaned."

Impulse, who had been busy making sure that Metallo's head was nowhere to be found, chimed in then,

"School bites anyway."

"Yeah! We did them a favor if you ask me."

And then there was an explosion...

"...and then they think they can come in here and get away with it," Mr. Sprouse was still on his rant, "y'know boy, you an' I are a lot alike. We think the same, I can tell."

"Is that so? Mr. Sprouse, have you noticed anything...odd when you close up for the day?" Tim decided to get back on topic.

"Whatever you're lookin for, you're welcome to stay and look. The only reason why we kick em out as early as we do is so there's no sex on the desks after school. I'll let you stay though, since you're such a good kid and all."

He had been hoping to get on the man's good side or at least get some information from him,

"Thanks, that'd be great since I have so much homework I need to catch up on"

The old man winked and continued to walk down the hallway.

He remained standing in the hall as the sunset turned the halls a golden orange. The conversation just caused old memories to fill his head. Young Justice was like a far off memory to Tim..almost a dream. They had been so young and they had no idea what they were getting themselves into. But for that time, when everything seemed alright and everyone was alive and smiling, it was the best gig in the world. Things changed way too quickly. It would've been nice to stay in that state of bliss a little longer. Just doing what they did best without worrying about rules or death...

Suddenly Tim began to walk after the janitor. There was something...off. Once he turned the corner though, there wasn't an old man to be seen and not a squeak from his shoe heard. There, however, was the feeling of extreme drowsiness.

"How the–" Tim began before he could no longer grasp words or anything for that matter. Everything slowed to a stop. The last thing to go was his hearing, which disappeared after his body hit the ground with a thud.