Sequel?! I think so. I got it up relatively fast I suppose….

Any who… The original is called Over the Limit, and it is kind of necessary to fully comprehend this story. I mean, I guess you don't have to read it, but I would seriously recommend it.

Disclaimer: I don't own. I hate that part.

The wind carried familiar scents to his nose, gently pushing his cape away from his dark farm and ruffling his ebony hair over his masked eyes. He looked out over the city, his city, his and Batman's, the latter of whom was being threatened by the toxin of a madman.

Robin cringed at the sudden pain. It had only been three weeks since his escape, and he had only seen medical treatment once. He couldn't lie to himself, his whole body ached just from thinking it seemed. But his current task was more important, his current mission.

There was a faint noise behind him, so faint only trained ears or super hearing could pick them up.

Footsteps.

Quiet footsteps, the soft clicking of heels on the concrete roof of Wayne Enterprises. They were near silent, well trained; gently landing on each step.

He squinted his eyes, the whites of his domino mask becoming nothing more than slits.

"What do you want, Babs?" he asked, wincing at his own tone. It was venomous, dangerous, and angry. He couldn't believe he had sounded that way towards one of his best friends.

"He's my mentor too, Robin." She said quietly, placing a gentle hand on her friend's shoulder. He turned around, his face a bit strained.

His brow creased, the masks of his eyes neutral. With a tense jaw, his lips formed a straight line. Damn. Barbara thought. He learned a lot from Bats.

"Robin, don't worry." She said. "We'll find the Joker."

Later

Robin and Batgirl sat perched on top of the Joker's alleged new hideout. They'd interrogated some low life thug that was said to know 'everything' that went on in the underworld.

He'd been easy to squeeze information out of. Apparently, Batman talks to him rather often and he knows the consequences of not talking. He had asked for confidentiality, so although both Batgirl and Robin knew his real name (Ronaldo Martinez), he preferred to go by Eddie, which was a perfect name for a sleaze ball.

'Eddie' had heard that Joker had returned to Gotham and hidden out in an abandoned theme park on the edge of Gotham called 'Joyland.' He appeared to be staying in the house of mirrors, with it's spray painted walls covered in faceless smiles, and pointless 'ha's. Robin shivered slightly, the horrible laughter ringing in his ears still.

"Ready?" Batgirl said, putting away her binoculars as she stood. She prepared her grapple, aiming for the top of the Ferris wheel.

"Completely." Robin ground through his teeth, doing the same.

A small smirk appeared on Batgirl's face as she fired, and just before she jumped she shouted, "I better make it on your secret team for this, Boy Wonder!"

Meanwhile: At the Cave

"You're in denial again." The blonde hero stated, leaning forward on her knees towards Wally, who was happily munching away on a large platter of cookies.

"And, just like last time, I'm okay with that." Wally stated through a mouthful, small chunks of cookie flying out around his words.

Black Canary sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose and closing her eyes. "Wally, this is different than the last time. This was real. You still have a broken leg!" she said, motioning towards his elevated leg that gently rested on the coffee table.

Wally chewed his cookie thoughtfully. Black Canary could see through him, and he couldn't just pretend nothing was wrong.

He couldn't pretend he didn't have nightmares every night, and he couldn't say he always had ear buds in now to block out the laughing that permanently rang in his ears. He couldn't pretend that every time he closed his eyes he didn't see a huge smile. He had practically shunned his Kid Flash mantle.

The bulky cast that covered his lower leg was a painful reminder of just what had happened, not to mention the horrible smiley face scar that littered his pale skin on his chest. The rest would heal, and maybe that would too, but it would definitely take longer.

"Wally, you're going to have to deal with this sooner or later." Black Canary rested a hand on his knee, as if that was supposed to comfort him.

"Later than." He said, swallowing the last cookie hurriedly as he stood up from the over-stuffed green chair. "See ya around, babe." He said as he walked as fast as his leg would allow out of the therapy room.

Black Canary sighed, and went to get another member of the team, hopefully one who would talk. However, the small child who was probably going through the worst of it was missing, and when the members of the Bat family wanted to disappear, they weren't easily found.

"Batgirl, go find Harley!" Robin ordered, running after the fleeing form of the Joker who was running out the front door, completely opposite from Harley.

"Robin, are you sure you won't-"

"I'm fine!" he interrupted her. "Just go!" he was out the door by now, his voice carrying through as it swung behind him.

Robin followed the laughter through the abandoned park, chasing the madman, playing his game. He chased him to the end of the park, where it met the dark water of Gotham Bay. Joker stood, facing Robin with his arms outstretched by his sides.

"What's the matter, Boy Blunder?" Joker taunted as Robin came to a halt a few feet in front of him. "Bat-Daddy not holding up to my new and improved Joker serum?" as his own words he began cracking up, the way teenagers would to one of their friends making a hilarious joke and then just laughing because their friends are still laughing.

"Give me the antidote, Joker!" Robin's brow creased, his words quiet and well thought out. He secretly reached behind his cape, where Joker couldn't see, to pull out a few birdarangs. He put the three he had between his fingers, already aiming where they would go.

"Oh, but then you'd be a party pooper and take me back to Arkham." Joker actually frowned. In a pouty, sarcastic kind of way, but still, Joker had frowned."As much as I like making macaroni art with the loonies, I'd rather be out here playing my games with you and Batsy!"

"Just give me the antidote!" Robin growled, almost throwing his birdarangs but restraining himself, seeing Joker getting at something.

"Tell ya what, Bird Boy." Joker said, placing one hand on his hip and the other pointing a pasty white finger at Robin. He then proceeded to rub his chin thoughtfully and think over his next words. "I'll give you the antidote," he paused, probably waiting for dramatic effect. "On two conditions."

"What do you want?" Robin asked. He mentally scolded himself. He'd let Joker trap him, putting him right where he wanted him. And the madman knew it. He knew Robin would do just about anything to save his mentor, and he was willing to exploit that small weakness.

"Well, the first is obvious don't you think?" Joker asked, chuckling softly and to himself for once. "I want to be able to walk away clean. Don't follow me, not yet." He ran up to robin and knocked his forehead. "Duh!"

"Done. What else?" Robin ground out, ignoring how close Joker was to his face and merely listening to his request.

"You'll have to repay the favor someday." He said. "Deal? Deal. Okay, bye now birdie boy! Say hi to Daddy for me when he gets all better! I'll be in touch!" Joker tossed Robin a small vile of cherry red liquid that glistened in the dim light of the bay. He jumped in the air, letting out a small whoop and running joyously off.

Robin put away his birdarangs, locked the antidote in a small compartment in his utility belt, and went off to find Batgirl.

"I just can't believe anyone would do that." Megan sniffled, her eyes downcast as Black Canary listened intently.

"I know, M'gann." She whispered, trying to shake the horrible images that came to mind with her own miniscule encounters with the one they called Joker. "But you're safe now. You're all safe now."

That was a lie. No one felt quite the same without Kaldur. Despite the fact that he was normally peaceful and quiet, the Cave seemed much quieter without him. No one said his name anymore, and Aquaman had isolated himself in Atlantis while he tried to heal.

It really didn't help that the only one who knew how he died, or where his body was exactly was Robin, and he was not only missing, but he had refused to talk about it upon his arrival when they'd all returned.

The entire team also seemed bored. They'd all been subjected to staying at the cave for a few more weeks, without missions. It was supposed to heal them, but no one seemed to want to heal.

Black Canary sighed, looking at the silently weeping Martian sitting across from her. "Megan, it's okay. You can tell me. Nothing leaves this room." She said, trying to comfort her the best she could.

"I know, it's just… the memories… they are all I can think about anymore. The emotional trauma and stress put on my own mind and the others'…. I can feel their pains too. I remember their memories and my own." She looked up, her green eyes dull, not looking at Canary but through her.

The Martian's eyes were brimming with tears, her lower lip hidden in the security of her teeth. She moved her hands from their place in her lap to the chair's arms, her hands clenching the soft fabric. "It was so horrible, the different methods of torture and the ways he thought up… he really would've killed us, wouldn't he?"

Black Canary paused. The question, although obvious, had come as a shock. She had assumed that, despite M'gann's cheery attitude and general belief that mankind was good, she knew that there were some out there who wanted nothing more than to hurt people like the two heroes in the room. She'd gone against some pretty heavy hitters, Joker included.

"Yes. He would've." She said, averting her own sapphire eyes. Her voice was barely audible, but she felt the Martian didn't really need to hear the answer to know it was out there.

"How could someone think that was funny?!" She sobbed, thrusting her own face into her green palms. "Kaldur died, and all he could do was laugh!"

Black Canary hesitantly placed a gentle hand on her knee.

"Look, Megan. I can't even begin to understand what that was like. But I do know one thing." She paused, moving her hand to underneath the girl's chin and pulling it up so they could make eye contact. "I'm here for your recovery, and I'll always listen."

I can't get the lines to work… so

***MEANWHILE***

"Batgirl! I got it!" Robin's voice echoed on the walls of the house of mirrors. She wasn't responding, probably chasing after Harley. He put his fingers to his communicator, repeating the phrase and telling her to meet him at the Cave.

And with that, he went off to heal his mentor.

So?! Extra long for the first chapter and everything. I felt like I needed to check up on the team, and I tried to display emotional Megan decently. Although, my dislike for her character has only gone up since season 2, and I never really focused on writing her, so it may or may not be some of my not so good moments…(I've got quite a few)

Anyway, yes. I made Batgirl play a much more significant part of this chapter. I figured since she only appeared once or twice in the prequel, why not use her character? She will actually be a pretty important part of the story. Just a heads up.

Long chapter, cliff hanger, don't hate me. :D

Question of the update: what are you looking forward to the most for the end of the hiatus? Speaking of which, anyone got an actual date as to when that ends?

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~Charlie~