Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Really I don't. I guess I can claim ownership of this fanfic, but Young Justice and Robin are not mine. Boo-hoo.

Prologue

Robin made his way through the base. It was late at night, and he couldn't sleep. Which, of course, meant something was wrong. Well, at least, he thought so. Last time it had just been a rat. It was a radioactive rat, but just a rat none-the-less.

But Robin's fingers twitched. This was a little different than the rat. He thought about waking the guys up, but eventually decided against it. It was 12:19 in the morning, after all, and they had only just gotten to bed at 11:02. So his teammates had only been asleep for 72 minutes.

The former side-kick walked into the biggest room of the entire base, or the 'hangout' as Kid Flash calls it, which had a big screen and keyboard, a gaming system for Aqualad and Kid' , a big plushy couch with a few chairs, and a table with chairs. The room was decorated in earthy colors. The ceiling exited up into what appeared to be a big chute (kind of like a volcano), but was really an antenna-like-thingy that received and sent messages to the Justice League. Really, his description of the base didn't do it any justice (AN: Haha.). It was better than it sounded.

Robin sighed and collapsed onto the couch. Putting his arm over his eyes, he sighed. The teen's breathing slowed and his heart flowed into a steady beat as he finally fell asleep.

He woke up with a jerk as he heard a clank. Jumping off the couch, Robin crouched into a protective stance when he saw someone on a chair opposite the couch.

"Who the hell are you?" Robin demanded. The figure, no, man on the tan chair was wearing a suit, jacket open, no tie and a few buttons in his shirt unbuttoned. 'He's handsome – wait, no don't think that!' He was pouring tea into a cup he was holding. The beautiful china clinked as he set the cup down on its matching plate. Robin saw two teacups on saucers, a plate with little cake, brownies, cookies and a Victorian teapot assorted on a matching tray.

The man hadn't reacted to Robin's quick movements. He didn't even look at Robin as he was done pouring his tea.

"Who are you?" Robin repeated slowly. This man obviously hadn't heard him the first time. The man's eyes, green Robin noticed absentmindedly, seemed a little familiar and flicked to Robin sharply.

"Quiet, Robin. You are far too impatient." The man's voice was definitely male, though an average tenor, not very deep.

"How do you know my name? And how did you get in here?" Robin asked vigorously. The man tilted his held.

"You must have hearing problems." Robin bristled, but remained silent.

"Be patient, Robin, and I'll answer your questions. All of them. After all, we have all the time in the world."

Robin looked at the clock and his eyes widened. The hands on the clock had stopped at exactly 12:22.

So, this is the beginning. 'It's only the beginning.'

Okaaaaaaaaay. Such a weird echo sound. 'The sound is music to my ears.'

Please, stop that. 'Oh, okay.'

Anyway, for your information 'FYI!' UGH! 'Sorry. I'll stop now.'

. . . Thank you. Anyway, what I meant to say was, those of you who may be confused by time - remember, that guy just stopped time (or did he) and he could have been there for hours. (Wait, now I'm confused. Can he be there for hours if time's stopped?) I guess, technically he can't, but he was there for what felt like an hour. (Oh, okay.)

P.S.
Do I have many voices in my head? Why the answer is yes. Am I crazy? No.

'Yes.'

Um, nooo.

(I have to agree with yes.)

No, I'm not!

'Yes, you are.)