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"Come on, Rob, you sure you don't want to ride the Detonator?" Wally asked, excitedly thrusting the brochure of the new rollercoaster opening into his best friend's face. It had "Say good bye to your hats!" and "Be there or be square!" written on it in neon lettering.
"Sadly, no." Robin replied, removing the piece of paper from its position; plastered to his shades. He began to walk away from the accelerated fifteen-year-old.
"Oh come on! Why not?"
"My sunglasses would fall off."
"How 'bout you go without them?" he suggested like it was the most obvious thing in the universe.
"How 'bout no?" he quickened his pace.
"Don't be that way, man!"
He kept walking until he made it to his quarters and slammed the door in Wally's face. In defeat, he retreated back to the kitchen where his favorite Martian girl was whipping up some of her League-famous extra-crunchy (emphasis on the crunchy) cookies and Superboy was watching her.
"Hey, Beautiful." He greeted without the usual zeal.
"Something wrong?"
"Robin doesn't want to ride the Detonator."
"Why would you want to ride a Detonator?"
"It's the name of a rollercoaster." He clarified.
"Well maybe Robin's too short to ride it." Superboy interjected.
"Does anyone smell smoke?"
"Cookies are done." Superboy smiled.
"My cookies!" M'gann shrieked, turning over to the oven.
"I'm going to try again." Wally told them as he walked off to Robin's room.
"I'll let you borrow my black goggles. They won't fly off your face." Kid Flash called through the grey door he rested his back upon. Robin opened the door and he stumbled to the floor. He shook his head and walked away. Wally jumped to his feet and ran to catch up with Robin who still had an inhuman pace despite being one of the only humans on the team.
"Come on, what do you say?" he lightly patted him on the back.
Wally didn't know what happened at first, it all transpired so quickly. Maybe he had accidentally accelerated his hand when he patted him on the back, or maybe he simply did it with too much force (Robin was pretty small, it wouldn't have taken much, right?) but Robin was on the floor in milliseconds, the fall almost looked like a cartoon that had a frame missing. But after that everything had slowed down, seemingly to a halt. Robin didn't move. Everything then began to look like a cartoon that had too many extra frames because Robin was supposed to have at least squirmed. Had he even moved his lips to breathe?
"Rob?" he squatted down to look at his fallen comrade, "Robs, you okay?" He looked at his hand. Was there anything unusual on it? Something that could've triggered something, maybe? It was gloved – he had just finished a training session with Black Canary. Was Robin allergic to something that could've gotten on his gloves? But there was nothing on his gloves. Was Robin allergic to gloves?
…Okay. To be honest, he really didn't think that last statement through.
"I-I'm fine." Wally jumped at the frail voice. It took him a second of reeling to arrive back to the here and now.
"I could…use…some help…right about now." His words were spaced out, deep breaths filling that gaps and heavy breathing accenting all of it. He swung Robin's arm around his shoulder and limped him to the infirmary. Once there, he told Robin to lie down and that he was going to get M'gann. He basically broke the sound barrier running to go get her.
"Megan, there's something wrong with Robin, do you know how to…uh, como se llama carar? Do first aid?"
"I'm not sure what that means, but I do know how to treat wounds if that's what you're asking. Where is he?"
"In the infirmary." Wally ran and M'gann flew, when they go there Robin was still breathing heavily.
"Where does it hurt?" she questioned. He bit his lip and shook his head.
"Come on, Robin, I can't help you if you don't tell me where."
"He's having trouble breathing. Does that mean anything?"
"Yes." She turned to Robin again, "Do I have permission to lift up your shirt?"
He stared for a second, but upon realizing he probably did need medical help, he nodded.
"Oh my glob!" she gasped. Robin's eyebrows raised slightly, but more in amusement than in shock. Wally's jaw completely dropped. It was a horrible sight, but for all the fangirls out there, I'll go ahead and assure you, it's not because of his physique. It's because of his health condition, so chill out, would ya? He still has a lot more muscles than most Robin-haters* give him credit for. Anyways, along with my gruesome details.
There was dry-blood-confetti sprinkled all over, a plethora of bruises, darker than Wally ever thought purple could be. It looked more like onyx, the very color that shielded the injured boy's eyes. But what was truly disheartening was the lack of bones on one side, and the fact more jutted out on the other.
"Wow. I didn't know it was that impressive." He smiled sadistically.
"Robin! What happened?"
"Nothing."
"You've got to be kidding me!" Wally threw his hands up melodramatically, then set them on the bar lining the bed, bending further to give him (what he thought was) an intimidating stare, "There is seriously something wrong with you. Did you know about this before hand?"
He just bit his lip and gazed spades, showing him what a real intimidating stare looked like.
"Oh my glob! Why didn't you get help then?"
"I was fine," he answered through gritted and uneven breath, "until someone decided to throw me on the ground."
"I barely touched you!"
"Wally! Please! Arguing isn't going to fix our problems." M'gann told Wally.
"Did you guys mind…not telling…Batman…about this?"
"No, of course not." M'gann replied.
Wally crossed his arms, "Actually…"
"Wally!" she gasped.
"I want some answers. What happened to you?"
"Nothing."
"Nothing? Would you tell that to Batz if he were here?"
He grew quite. Kid Flash shook his head.
"The truth is going to come out sooner or later, one way or another."
"One way or another, huh? How are you going to get something out of me; I was trained by the world's greatest detective."
"Sherlock Holmes?" Wally asked with a mawkishly sardonic tone.
Robin rolled his eyes as M'gann dipped a cloth in hydrogen peroxide and treated some of the wounds. Wally waited until M'gann was done and had left the room to close the door and lock it.
"You're going to tell me what happened."
"No."
"If you want me to keep this under wraps…"
"Well, if you tell Batman, you'd be punished too."
"Why? I didn't do anything."
"But Batman hates getting bad news. He hates the messenger even more."
Wally suddenly had a flash of a memory. It was brief, only a picture that flashed in his mind. It was when he was fighting alongside his uncle and they had called Batman for back up. Apparently, he had something for this particular villain. He just kept punching him over and over again. The repetition didn't stop even when the man was rendered unconscious. He just kept on going. A tooth came out and blood (oh the blood!) poured out and pooled all around the man, but Batz didn't care he just went on punching. And punching and punching and…
"Wally? You okay?"
"Huh? What? Oh, yeah. I'm fine."
"Looked like you zoned out there for a second. Something on your mind?" he asked coolly, subtly trying to change the subject, seizing the opportunity at hand.
"Did Batman have any history with Dr. M. J. Gregory?" Wally inquired. He had just been a bank-robber. Nothing high-profile. Why did Batman just keep hitting him and hitting him and…
"No, not that I know of. But I do."
"How?"
"When I was first adjusting to being Robin, he kidnapped me. Gave me a good beating too. Didn't eat for a week after that. Memory still haunts me." He explained all a little too casually, flippantly waving the subject off.
"He–he kidnapped you?"
"Yeah."
"Whoa that must've – hey! You're trying to change to subject!"
"And you're really slow!" Robin rolled his eyes, "Now that we've got the obvious out of the way, mind unlocking the door?"
"No."
"Great."
"No, I meant no as in no."
"But I asked if you minded."
"No."
"That means you said yes."
"What? No. That doesn't make any sense."
"Tardis."
"Okay, now you're really confusing me. I'm not unlocking the door."
"That's a pity."
"Is it?"
Robin gave him a stare that would put the image of Batman hitting Dr. M. J. Gregory to shame. Wally tried to challenge him, and since he still had his sunglasses on, he couldn't see the gaze that could push daisies if it wanted to. However, he still lost.
And that one stare determined how it would end. Wally stopped asking, M'gann came and corrected the bone placement with her telekinesis (which caused excruciating pain). Then, he was free to go. And just in time, the computer announced his mentors arrival and he left with the Dark Knight without a problem.
So Robin was the only one who knew how he got the injuries. And that's exactly how he wanted it to stay.
AN:
So, Wally can speak Spanish? Who knew? Well, besides me. :D Yeah I just can't resist throwing Spanish into my fics, as some of you might've noticed in "Teenage Rebellion" which I have writer's block for at the moment. This is really just an intro to the actual story. And don't worry; you'll find out how Robin got hurt soon enough. Review? Please? For the sake of me not giving the Joker Robin's address and identity? Hmm? Cause, you know, while Robin's sleeping the Joker could easily…
Yeah. I suggest you review.
Robin-haters: Noun: Someone who doesn't necessarily hate Robin, but rather someone who prefers the Teen Titans Robin and rips on the Young Justice Robin. Sorry the kid's only thirteen, but can he help that? I love both Robins, and favor TT Rob over YJ Rob sometimes and vice versa. And Teen Titans is over (unfortunately) so this Robin is the closet thing you're going to get.