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"Miss Martian! Get behind them and take out their back line of defense. Artemis! You take down the West side. Kid Flash! I need you back here with me!" I yell and everyone gets into their positions.
"Aqualad! Superboy! Where are you!? We need your help over here!" I say, using the mind link that M'gann set up.
"We are on our way. Can you hold up until we get there?" Aqualad replies.
"I hope so."
We're fighting a pack of Captain Cold's men, trying to get to him. They've gone into an army formation, and we're struggling to keep our ground. Captain Cold's sitting on an ice throne in the middle of his army, looking bored.
We were alerted by an ice explosion and below zero temperatures in the northern part of Coast City and were sent to investigate. But we didn't expect to find a whole army of Captain Cold's men.
M'gann tries to fly over them to get to Captain Cold, but nearly gets shot down; the only thing saving her is one of Artemis' arrows, knocking the ice ray out of a goon's hands.
Suddenly, Captain Cold sees an opening and jumps up. He runs towards an open door that leads outside, the same door that I was hoping that Aqualad and Superboy would come through any minute. I look to see that Artemis and Kid Flash are back-to-back, fighting off goons from every direction, and M'gann has her hands full, telekinetically picking them up and throwing them at walls.
That only leaves me.
I knock the legs out from under the guy I'm fighting, and deliver a roundhouse kick to his head, effectively knocking him out. I manage to get past a wall of goons and through the door. I hide behind a refrigerator, watching. I see him just standing there, doing nothing at all, which confuses me.
I climb on top of the refrigerator and pull myself up onto a beam. I sneak along until I'm just above him and, letting loose my signature cackle, I jump down in front of him, crouching and ready to attack.
He looks at me with a devilish grin, like he knew I was there all along.
"Why Robin, how nice of you to DROP in." He says, chuckling at his own joke.
"Ok well first of all, terrible pun and second of all I doubt the way you'll be leaving this place can be considered 'nice.'" I say, standing up straight and giving him a pointed look.
"And how might that be?"
"Handcuffed in the back of an armed truck with a one way ticket to Belle Reve."
"Is that so? Because, you see Robin, I think that you will find your method of leaving here quite... unpleasant." He says, grinning maliciously.
And the next thing I know, my arms are grabbed and twisted behind my back and my legs are kicked out from under me.
"What the-" I yell but a metal hand clamps over my mouth. I kick and struggle but a weird type of goo is poured over my wrists and ankles, moulding to fit them, leaving me kneeling on my knees, glaring at Captain Cold, who is laughing hysterically.
"I told you! What did I say? This was so worth the effort." He says, wiping tears from his eyes.
"Yes, yes. I'm glad you enjoyed it. Now, take your money and go." Says a strange voice. "Not that I think it'll be worth much once the invasion is complete." He adds, muttering under his breath.
Captain Cold grabs a thick wad of cash and runs out a back door. I try to shake off the hand clamped firmly over my mouth but achieve nothing.
Then a huge figure crouches down in front of me.
"Greetings Earthling. I am Black Beetle and I assume you are Robin, sidekick to the legendary Batman, the leader of the Justice League. And I also assume that you have many questions, all which will be answered shortly. But I shall explain a bit first. You are the lucky person who has been chosen to aid the Reach in their invasion of your planet, by infiltrating The League and telling us all their secrets." Says a huge figure clad in what appears to be an all black metal beetle suit.
I try to contact someone through the mind link but I am out of range and mumble through the hand.
"Sorry, what was that?" He asks teasingly. "Oh, and don't bother trying to call for your friends, there's a reason we chose this room; it's soundproof. He then slowly pulls his hand away. I resist the urge to bite it, knowing all too well that the only result I'd get would be broken teeth.
"I said, what makes you think I'm going to do that?" I reply bitterly.
"Oh you will soon find out. All in good time my friend, all in good time." He says, grinning evilly. He stands up and walks behind me, saying something in a different language that I don't understand. I feel a sharp pain in my neck and everything goes dark.
-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-
I moan as I slowly regain consciousness. I try to sit up, but find that I'm strapped to a chair, kinda like the ones at the dentist. My arms are strapped to the armrests, my feet are strapped down on the actual chair and there's a weird looking contraption around my head.
"Ah, you're finally awake. Although, I'm sorry to inform you, we will be putting you under anesthetic for the operation in just a few minutes." Says an alien wearing a doctor's uniform and carrying a clipboard.
"Huh? What operation?" I ask groggily.
"Why, I thought you knew. Black Beetle must have a reason for not telling you, therefore, I shall not ruin his plans. But what I can tell you is this. You will be helping out the Reach immensely by undergoing this operation. I take it that you are doing this voluntarily?"
"What the hell?! Do you really think that I'd be STRAPPED to this chair if I was doing this voluntarily?!" I yell, starting to pull against my bindings.
"Oh dear! Then I probably shouldn't be talking to you. Very well then, let's get started."
He turns to a tray of instruments and picks up a syringe, filling it with a clear substance. He then turns around to face me.
"Would you mind holding still? You are making this much harder than it has to be."
"Get away from me!" I scream, thrashing around. I kick my legs and yank my arms, trying to break the straps.
"I need some help in here!" The alien yells. Four more aliens dressed in red robes that cover their faces run through the door. They see me thrashing and they grab my arms and legs, pinning me down.
The alien 'doctor' steps forward and holds the syringe just above my arm.
"Please." I ask weakly, giving up on fighting. "Don't"
"I'm sorry." He says, and I'm plunged into darkness.