Switched part 1
A/N: I'm sure this has been done at least once before, but that's quite alright. This is set at the end of the first season of Young Justice and after the end of the fifth season of Teen Titans, so both of the Robins are Dick Grayson. Chapters will vary in length and publication may be erratic, as I am writing this ficfor fun. The villain is an OC- but only because I'm not aware of any villains with the specific powers I need. While I may mention ships- I won't dwell on any (sorry!). I'm English, so if I use any odd words that you're not sure about, just ask me what they mean! Also a MASSIVE Thank you goes out to my amazing beta-reader, FireDitto! Thanks again.
Description: "In the pool of sodium lamplight, a stranger stands, looking into two times, two dimensions, bridging the gap. His eyes are full of his ally: a mad passion for chaos." When Robin wakes in an unfamiliar room, he is unsure of anything but the certain fact that he is in danger.
4:56am. 2nd February. Location unknown.
In a pool of sodium lamplight, a stranger stands, looking into two times, two dimensions, bridging the gap. Moths flitter above him, but he doesn't see them, his eyes are full of his ally, hidden in the darkness, a mad passion for chaos. He knows exactly how he will change this world and another, so both will be thrown into the deepest, purest, chaos. It is time.
4:58am. 2nd February. Happy Harbour.
Robin woke, soaked in sweat. Around him, the windowless room was too dark to see anything other than the dream that was still behind his eyelids. His parents fell once more through the darkness of his room, twisting, their hands linked in a death grip, their mouths open in silent screams.
Robin pushed his covers off him, letting the cold air ground him to the dark room, separating him from his haunted memories. He reached his hand out to where he knew his bedside table held a lamp. However, instead of hitting the solid wood, his hand sliced through thin air and he lost his balance. Gracelessly, the last flying Grayson tumbled off his bed, pulling his covers with him, and lay in a tangled heap. The floor was cold. Too cold. A stone floor was beneath him. This was not his room.
The fact slapped Dick in the face, and he cursed himself for not noticing before. His room had windows, and a carpeted floor, the signs had all been there! Now he was fully awake, and buzzing with the energy of adrenaline. He must have been kidnapped- any number of villains had a grudge against him- but how they managed to get into the Tower was a totally different matter. Though they had had break ins, Cyborg's alarm system was state-of-the-art, and he thought he probably would've noticed someone moving him in the night... First he needed to find out where he was.
Dick disentangled himself from the bedding, and crept forward, soundless, until he came to a rough stone wall. Hands upright, trailing along the wall for reference, he crept forward. Soon, his fingers bumped against a door frame, and beside that, a light switch. At his touch, and the lights flickered on, revealing a small, sealed room. There were no windows, and Dick sensed that he was probably underground. The room was bare, it looked like it wasn't stayed in much.
Dick's eyes caught on the only furniture other than the bed, a small wardrobe. He padded silently towards it, stretching out a hand to open it. Pulling open the door, he found some sweaters, jeans, sunglasses and three hanging... Outfits. The colours and style were subtly different to his own, but they were unmistakably suits for Robin. Only, Dick had never worn anything like these. His head spinning, he glanced down at his own attire, registering for the first time since he had fallen out of bed that he was wearing only Superman boxers. Dick swore gently. As much as he didn't want to put on these clothes that could've been laid out by any number of villains, it seemed the only sensible choice.
First, he put one of his hands into one of the sweaters, feeling the fibres for danger, needles or poison or something of the like. Nothing seemed to be immediately wrong with it, so he pulled the sweater over his head. He repeated this ritual as quickly as he could with some other pieces of clothing before putting them on. None of them seemed at all wrong, apart from the fact that they were all a little too small for him. This puzzled Dick, but he pushed it to the back of his mind.
He walked back to the door, putting on a pair of the dark sunglasses he had found as he went, which he thought may protect his identity slightly more in the absence of a mask. He pushed the handle, expecting it to be locked, but it yielded beneath his touch. Outside his door was a short corridor, lined with more doors. There were stairs at one end and another door at the other. Dick crept forward, leaving the door behind him open. The fact that it had been unlocked puzzled him even further, how stupid would a villain have to be to not lock up a prisoner, particularly one known to be as dangerous as Robin. Perhaps the other Titans were behind these doors, as confused as he was. If so, leading an escape would be all too easy.
Silently, he walked to the door nearest to him, and pushed it open. The room inside was as dark as his had been, so he flicked on the light. This new room was nowhere near as undecorated as his had been, there was furniture everywhere, armchairs, desks, lamps and a bed. Posters adorned the walls, including a 'Martian Manhunter' poster, and above the head of the bed, a poster with a view of Earth from the moon.
A figure with green skin lay in the bed, fast asleep. "Beast boy?" Robin stage-whispered, projecting his quiet voice. The figure stirred, raising a bleary head, confused green eyes staring and long brown hair upstanding. It was not Beast Boy. The girl in front of Dick pulled her bed covers around her. "Robin?" She said, alarmingly loudly, "Why are you awake? It is very early." She spoke in a similar way to Starfire, as if English was not her first language, but much less apparently. When Dick continued to stare at her, she looked at him concernedly and said "What's wrong?" Dick squinted at her, and asked the question that was at the front of his mind "Who are you?"
4:58am. 2nd February. Jump city.
As soon as Robin woke, he knew something was wrong. It had nothing to do with the cold sweat that clung to his skin, or the fading feeling of terror that hung around him still. It was subtler that that- before he had even opened his eyes, he knew that he was no longer underground. Opening his eyes, he found his fears confirmed; the room around him was too light and the subtle scribbles of dawn shone through windows and dimly illuminated a large, carpeted room. Pushing his nightmare to the back of his mind once again, he swung his legs quickly out of bed, and promptly hit his toes on a wooden bedside cabinet. Ignoring the small spurt of pain, he crept forward on the pads of his feet. Dick knew he was in trouble. The most likely explanation for him not being in his own room right now was kidnapping. As the active partner of Batman, Dick was fairly used to this, but that didn't mean it was any less dangerous.
Since Dick remembered falling asleep in his temporary room at Mt. Justice last night, he suspected that this was more likely to be to do with the team than solely Batman. While he knew the Mountain was not impenetrable, he thought that his system should've given him slightly more warning if there was an intruder, particularly if whoever it was managed to locate his room and drug him, or whatever had happened.
He crept toward the edge of the well-furnished room, thinking that it didn't look too dissimilar from his own room at Wayne manor. The large windows looked a long way down onto a city that Dick didn't recognise. It certainly wasn't Gotham, or Happy Harbour for that matter. The building he was in seemed to be an island, although he wasn't very far offshore. However, if he had his equipment, he could easily get out of here, despite wherever he was being surrounded by water. This seemed like a fairly stupid move on the part of whichever villain was behind this.
He wondered if whoever had put him in here had been stupid enough to leave him with his holocomp. At least then he might be able to locate himself, and call for help. Dick knew it was a futile hope, but he still cast his eyes around the room. Instead of his holocomp, he caught sight of the symbol of a Robin suit peeking out of the wardrobe. He crept over to it, and pulling open the door he found a row of Robin suits, all slightly different from his own, the colours brighter and less practical. The bottom of the wardrobe was littered with grappling hooks and birdarangs. There were absolutely no civilian clothes. Robin frowned. There was no clear reason to give him both weapons and uniform, unless whoever it was wanted to humiliate him? Still this didn't make sense, the weapons all seemed to be in working order.
He glanced down at his pyjamas, an old T-shirt that wouldn't provide much protection in a fight. The best option seemed to be to put on one of these uniforms and arm himself best he could- ready for a fight should it come. He slipped the uniform on, it was slightly too loose. Placing a mask over his eyes, he padded towards the door of the room. He pushed down the handle, expecting resistance from a lock, but he didn't meet any and the door slid open.
Outside the door, he was faced with a hall with doors on either side, each labelled with a name. His door said "Robin", the others said "Starfire", "Raven", "Beast Boy" and "Cyborg". Dick assumed these were either other prisoners, or the people that were keeping them here. He would follow his first idea, but then the rest of Young Justice should be here too, with their names on the doors. That should lead logically to the idea that these may be villians, but the names were on doors identical to his own, and a villain would really have to be an idiot to put their prisoner in an unlocked room, right next to where they were sleeping… Or waiting.
Robin crept towards the closest door, which was marked "Raven", and pushed it silently open, revealing a large, dark, room. Odd sculptures adorned the walls, and a purple curtain fluttered eerily at the window, but nothing drew Dick's eyes more than a hooded figure, hovering cross-legged above a bed, luminous purple eyes glinting at him.
Dick didn't know what to do, should he attack, defend himself, or try to talk to whoever this was? Gripping the pole staff he'd picked up, he walked towards the figure. A female voice cut across him "Robin, why are you in here?" Dick was shocked, she sounded only mildly irritated, not as if she was in any danger or perceived him as a threat. "You aren't supposed to come in my room, not after last time."
"Last time?" Dick whispered, none of this made sense. The girl looked at him, concerned, clearly seeing the bewildered look that dominated his face, despite his efforts to contain it, and drifted down until she sat on the bed "Robin, are you okay?" Dick backed up a few steps, within reach of both the door and the window, ready to run, he held the staff in front of him, defensively. "Where am I?" He snapped. "And who are you?"