A/N- I probably shouldn't be doing this. I'm juggling four stories as is, and there's a good chance that I'm going to have some very angry reviewers... My excuse is that the idea wouldn't leave me alone. It's been bugging worse than the monsters in my closet. (When will those pesky monsters learn that I have no intention of playing with them?)

I've Got Your Back

Part 1/3

This was a disaster, heavy on the dis.

Apparently the word 'recon' meant something else to the rest of his team, that was different from his own definition.

The mission was simple enough, or was supposed to be at least. Recon. Simple, easy, and Robin was sure he could do it in his sleep. Which he probably could, now that he thought about. He had done it once before, but that's an entirely different story.

It was the simplest mission Young Justice had ever received. Watch Warehouse 17, near the Gotham Harbor, and report any findings of criminal activity.

At first he wondered why his mentor assigned Young Justice to watch the building at all, in his city no less. Batman hated other heroes in Gotham, but all his questions was quickly answered when he hacked Justice League computers, only to find out that a major OP was going down off world. It required a majority of the League's attention, and the triple encryption on the files proved it was top secret. Batman had given the team busy work.

He had a theory that Batman had just selected a warehouse at random and sent the team to it. Then made sure that all major criminals in the city were locked up tight in Arkham. The team couldn't complain about not having a mission, and they would be out of the League's hair for a while. It was a win, win scenario for everyone, but the team. With reluctance, he had to admit it was a good plan. If not for the major arms deal that was happening in the warehouse that night, and by major arms deal, he meant there were enough guns to supply a small army.

Of course that still wouldn't have been a problem, all they needed to do was to observe the deal, and follow the shipment until the League returned. To bad they had strong morals. Aqualad's exact words were, "We can't let them harm innocent civilians." Then of course Wally had to helpfully supply, "What could possibly go wrong?" That was the first indication that things were going to go down hill, fast. Those were famous last words, and he tried to tell the team that, but his protests were ignored.

So, that's were Robin found himself, in a dimly lit warehouse, tied to a pole of some sort, no weapons, and being the only one left on his team that could actually put up some sort of a fight. He blamed Superboy.

Why? First, he had knocked a hole in the warehouse, showing the badies exactly where they were. Then, he went into a rage after one of the henchmen had knocked M'gann unconscious with a pipe, and during his tantrum he threw part of the wall on top of KF and Artemis. The good news was that they were perfectly alright, but the bad news... the lower halves of their bodies were pinned to the ground. Translation... There was nothing they could do until someone freed them, and the only one who could have done it was acting like a moron.

After that, Superboy ran to the lifeless form of his girlfriend only to be exposed to kyrponite. Where the arms dealers got kryptonite was still beyond him, but it wouldn't do any good even if he knew. The fact remained that Conner was lying on the ground like he had the flu, with chains wrapped around him, and a glowing green rock next to his head. He knew it was kyptonite as soon as he saw it, because it looked exactly like the piece he had in his utility belt.

Superboy's lack of training was going to get them all killed, and Robin silently promised himself that if he ever got out of this mess he was going to have a long talk with Superman.

That only left himself and Aqualad to save the day. He could work with that.

They had charged the men at full speed and split up about half way there. Aqualad went left, and he went right. They weren't exceptionally hard to beat by Gotham standards, but their numbers where astounding. He had just finished with his tenth guy, when he realized that he hadn't even made a dent. There were at least twenty left on his side alone. About that same time he risked a glance at Aqualad, and to his horror, he watched him go down with a knife wound to the side.

Panic overtook him and he raced over to his friend. Rookie mistake on his part. Before he made it three steps he felt someone grab him from behind and hold his arms behind him. He reflexively slammed his head back into his attacker's nose, and was satisfied when he was released with a grunt. He just wished noses weren't so hard.

He continued running towards Aqualad, only slowing down to place a well aimed punch, or to jump over someone blocking his path. He almost made it too, but when he was about twelve feet away a man stepped in front of his path wielding a gun. It looked like 9 mm, and he could see the remains of a serial number that had been filed off. It must have belonged to a cop at one point, but whether it came from a dead one or a dirty one was uncertain. All Robin knew was that despite the ridiculous amount of armor he was wearing, a bullet at this close of a range would end in disaster.

"And just what do you kids think you're doing?" The man asked. He was obviously the boss, mostly because henchmen weren't known for their speaking roles in the criminal underworld, and he was huge. No. Seriously. This guy was massive. Superman could still beat this guy in arm wrestle by a long shot, but the man's build was certainly bigger than the man of steel. Which would have been terrifying if he didn't look like a grandpa on steroids. He was a strange pasty white color, and he dark gray hair that was slicked back. Over all he looked like your picture perfect criminal. He was the kind of guy you would expect to be running an operation like the one they stumbled across, or the guy playing the main villain in a underfunded movie.

"Kids your age shouldn't be in a neighborhood like this, it's dangerous." The man said, and Robin had to bite back a laugh. The man was obviously new to Gotham if he didn't know who he was. Plus, that was one of the corniest lines he had ever heard, and he was friends with Wally.

"Dangerous for you, maybe." He replied with a smirk. He really wasn't in the position to be a smart-ass, but he couldn't stop himself.

"You might want to reconsider that statement, considering I'm the one with a gun pointed at your chest." The man said angrily and he stepped forward, sticking his gun out farther to prove his point.

It finally seemed like things were looking up for Robin. Despite the man's size, he was an idiot. Not only was he new to Gotham, he easily angered, and he had just put himself in the perfect position for Robin to take his gun.

Robin discretely moved his feet to prepare himself for his next move and he rushed at the man. He only needed to take two steps, before he put both his hands on the pistol and twisted it sideways, out of the man's grasp. As he went he clicked the safety on, and made sure to finish his move by sidestepping away from the man.

"What gun?" Robin asked innocently. The man merely growled and launched himself at Robin. His fist came straight at him and he ducked under the man's arm at the last second. While the man recovered, Robin quickly took the gun apart and threw the pieces everywhere.

"That the best you got?" Robin asked smugly, and he wished that he had kept his mouth shut. Not two seconds after he had spoke, another fist came at him, and this time he wasn't fast enough. It hit him squarely in the jaw and he went flying backwards. He landed on his back and his head banged against the concrete floor. That guy packed one hell of a punch.

He felt strong arms lift him up and grab him from behind again, but this time there was more than one pair. He would have paid better attention, but his head hurt.

"Tie him up." The man ordered. Robin really wished he knew who this guys was, or at least a name. Calling him 'man' made him feel like he was from the eighties. It's funny what things come to mind when you have a concussion.

Since he really couldn't break free from whoever was holding him until the room stopped spinning, he settled with tensing his joints so he could escape later. He felt the men restraining him take his utility belt, and he inwardly grimaced. His mind kept flashing back to one of his first training sessions with Batman... Always have your utility belt... At that moment, he wanted nothing more to stand up and attack with all he had, but it would probably make his condition worse. He had to calm down, and wait for his chance. Eventually he started passing the time by thinking up names for the 'man'. Curtis? Bill? Then an idea struck him... Greg.

Robin was immensely proud of his new game and he continued making up names until then initial pain and shock from the concussion started to ware off. At first he wished it hadn't. His situation, for lack of a better word, sucked, and he would have liked to remain oblivious to it. He was tied to a thick pole, with some heavy duty cables. They wrapped around his legs, elbows and waist, pinning him to the pole. His arms were behind him, tied at his hands. There was no way he could get free. Whoever had tied him up must have been a boy scout.

All he could do was watch as the thugs tied up the rest of his team and continue on with their plans. He still didn't even know what they were planning, but at this point it didn't really matter. He dropped his head, and closed his eyes. He was so not feeling the aster. What a day for not having any back up. Roy was undercover in Star City and there were no league members to come to their aid... No league members! Robin's eyes snapped open. There was someone who could help them. He was so stupid for not realizing it earlier! One of the only heroes in the world who wasn't associated with the league, in fact they didn't even know of her existence!

All Robin needed to do was contact her...

A/N- Ta-Duh! That's part one! Please leave me a review, they make me happy. Bonus points to you if you can guess who's going to come to Young Justice's rescue. (Please excuse any errors. I'm typing on my brother's laptop and he's missing about five keys, and he doesn't have microsoft word. That means I can't go back and check my punctuation errors, and grammar mistakes. ONE DAY, COMMAS, I WILL HAVE MY REVENGE!)

-Skit