Summary: A very badly injured (but recovering) Robin appears at Young Justice one afternoon with Batman and the team is shocked to see him in such a condition. Batman leaves him with them and they try to find what happened. But Robin, no matter how they bug him, refuses to say a thing. What exactly happened? And why has Robin become so withdrawn and why does he seem constantly on his guard?

Disclaimer: Don't own anything but the story._.

Warning: Awkward sentence structures, possible grammatical mistakes, shameless whump, angst and h/c. Oh and bits of fluff and humor sprinkled about.

Un-betaed, so there may be some mistakes here and there, sorry:/

Note: Set in the first season, before the time-skip

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Wally rubbed the back of his head as he took Artemis' proffered palm. She pulled him up from his fallen position on the training arena where she had just knocked him onto the floor.

"Ow."

"You're welcome, Kid Dumb. You fight like a scrawny 10-year-old."

"Hey! What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means you're a doofus, Doofus."

He followed her off to the side. Conner and Kaldur were up next; they got onto the training floor and stood facing each other, each eyeing his opponent warily.

M'gann was sitting where the bottles and towels were, resting. The boys began just as Wally sat down with his water and an energy bar and Artemis bent down to rummage through her quiver.

Wally took a gulp. "Quit the racket, person. What're you looking for?"

"My phone, it was just here... Hey, by the way, have any of you met up with Robin this week? I need him to help with a new type of trick arrow, it's a little rough and I can't work it properly."

Wally shook his head, "Nope, haven't seen him since... actually, it's been about nearly two weeks since we've got a mission and he hasn't come over. They're probably busy… Gotham business I suppose."

'Recognized: Robin, B01, Batman, 02'

Conner and Kaldur looked over from their sparring and a smile lit up M'gann's features. Artemis straightened and glanced back and Wally dropped his snack and dashed forwards with an elated expression on his face.

"Speak of the devil! "He cried, zooming forward to the Tube to greet their teammate. "Robbie, dude! Where have you been?"

As the glowing forms of the pair began to form, Wally noticed something was not quite right about the smaller figure... Robin looked like he was...

Then they materialized completely and Wally heard a sharp intake of breath from Artemis and M'gann. Wally's own blood ran cold.

Robin was in a wheelchair.

"Wha—?" The exclamation slipped out before he could control himself. He could feel shock radiating off the rest of the team.

The boy smiled wanly. He looked tired, and Wally was rather horrified at how small and fragile Robin looked. He was pale and his stark cheekbones seemed to make his face look sallower, like he had just recovered from a long bout of illness. There were bandages creeping up his right arm and vanishing into his green t-shirt. Wally detected the slight contour of some sort of hard brace under his shirt.

"Hi guys. Long time no see." He coughed slightly. They waited for him to stop, but he didn't. His mentor looked at him. Wally thought he saw concern behind the mask.

"I'm fine," he muttered between coughs, "Go."

The fully-costumed vigilante uncrossed his arms and began in a monotone.

"Team, the League has been called away on a mission. It is off-planet and I'm needed, therefore, there will be no missions for a while, unless it's a emergency. Red Tornado will still be present to supervise all of you and training will be as per normal. Robin will be staying with you while I'm gone. Take care of him." Cue the Bat-glare.

Uncomfortable silence set upon the Team as Robin tugged on Batman's cape. The man knelt down next to the chair and they began to talk in low voices. When the pair finished their quiet conversation, Conner asked the question that was weighing on all their minds, in a voice filled with barely suppressed anger, his turbulent blue eyes frigid.

"Who did this to you?"

Robin shifted stiffly in his chair and tried to smile brightly, to no avail. "It's nothing really, Supey, I messed up. It happens." He shrugged and flinched. Wally's frown deepened.

"Oh yeah, sure. It's nothing." Artemis snorted, tone heavy with sarcasm. "What do you take us for, 3 year-olds?"

"No, I don't, and you know that. Now, please – it's not something I want to discuss, so let's just forget about this thing and—"

"Forget about this?" Wally burst out, incredulous, "Look at you, Robin! How are we supposed to forget what we're looking at? You're in a wheelchair, you're... you're— " He gaped, at a loss for words at his best friend's physical condition.

"I'm what?" The boy snapped sharply, eyes challenging him to continue.

When Wally didn't say anything, Robin continued, "This happens all the time, Wally, especially in our line of 'business'. You know that. "

"That's exactly why we're worried! Why are you getting so defensive for?"

"Because you're babying me, again! I'm thirteen, and what happens when I'm in Gotham stays there, Wally. I don't want to talk about it!" Yelled Robin, knuckles whitening as he gripped the handles of the chair, breathing a little hard.

"Robin." Batman grunted sharply.

"But— For God's sake you disappear for a couple of days, and come back like this; do you expect us to just let it slide? We want to help, but you're not letting us—"

"I don't need your help! I'm not a kid, I can handle my own problems and I can take care of myself—"

"Oh, so now getting beaten into bits is totally how one should take care of themselves."

"Shut up!" Robin's shout cut through the fiery argument. They were both panting from screaming at each other and Batman had a warning hand on his protégé shoulder.

M'gann had backed into a corner of the room, eyes wide. Kaldur was speechless and dazed and Conner looked completely bewildered. Artemis just stood stock-still, eyes darting back and forth from Robin to Wally like she was watching a tennis rally.

"Look." Robin finally said, voice quiet but tense and slightly winded. "This isn't permanent and it's not as bad as it looks."

His expression was still icy but his anger had faded away to weariness; he looked like he was slowly folding into his chair. Before Wally could retaliate, Batman took over the situation.

"That's enough, both of you. Robin, go to your room."

The thirteen-year-old used his good arm to push the wheel, causing him to bypass the speedster and out of the tunnel. "You guys are overreacting. I'm extremely grateful for the concern, but I am fine."

He spat out the last three words; they hit Wally in the gut one after another, like punches.

All of them watched as he maneuvered himself slowly around the arena. As he left the main room, he hesitated for just a split-second. Then he was gone.

"Oh dear, he is rather distraught, isn't he?" M'gann said softly, brow furrowed and amber eyes anxious.

"He'll be fine. Aqualad, I need to speak with you." Kaldur nodded and followed as the Dark Knight swept out of the room.

When they were out of earshot, Wally finally croaked, mouth dry and sour.

"What was that all about?"

A/N: SO HELLOHELLO EVERYONE. After forever, I'm back! (Did anyone miss me? haha XP)

I think I should explain this story and how it came about and stuff, it's a little irrelevant, so those who don't wanna read, just skip the following paragraph of information.:)

This story came out of a random plot bunny that glomped me last year, while I was writing Need a Little Sanity (My other *coughRobinWhumpcough* story). The urge was insanely hugesand being a complete sucker for h/c and Robin Whumpage, I just... wrote it. This was finished in less than 2 weeks and after I saved in my computer and everything, I forgot about it. Really. I completely, sincerely, really just FORGOT about this story. Needless to say, these kind of things don't exactly stay lost for long, do they? I found this last week while cleaning my YJ fics folder and was like "Oh! Where did this come from?" and then I read through it, edited some parts here and there aaaaaannnnnnnd HERE WE ARE. HAH.

Some of the practical elements of this fic may be a bit unrealistic and incorrect, especially the medical stuff (I'm not a medical student/doctor. So cut me some slack please.)

The next chapter will be up in a few days, or whenever I can drag myself over to the computer and upload it for you guys;) I'm swamped in work at the moment so getting time to even switch on the computer will be a challenge in itself:/ I'm still in the midst of editing and splitting the story for posting, but I think there'll be about 9 to 10 chapters? Yup:)

Have a great day and SMILE:)

~Crash

PS: if anyone is interested, this entire story is set before Need a Little Sanity. It only makes that way, seeing that I finished this before the other story ;D

PSS: Hint! NLS has a little influence on this story, due to the fact that they were written at the same time... so... yup, imma shuddup now;D