Title: Missing
Pair: Slight Aster.
Chapters: 2/?

Clark Kent sighed as he looked at the small group of teens sitting in front of him. All of them had been silent since he gathered them. Wally's head was bandaged; Artemis had to keep her arm in a sling. M'gann seemed to still be a tad bit shaken. Kaldur was the only one who seemed alright though the Kryptonian knew he was probably beating himself up over the incident.

"We need a report on what happened; as much as you can remember. " He coaxed softly. They shared a quick glance as if speaking to each other mentally before their gazes fell on Kaldur.

"We proceeded with the mission as we were told. Artemis and I took the first warehouse, sneaking in through the back. "He stopped a moment, frowning as he went over the events in his head "However now that I think back on it, I do not recall seeing any one in the warehouse when we started looking."

"There wasn't anyone in ours either. "M'gann spoke up. "Not a single person."

"That's because we were set up, remember?" Artemis added with a hint of annoyance in her voice. "Why would they waste guys if they were just going to blow up the buildings anyways?"

"Alright alright. What happened next?"

"We overheard Superboy asking Robin what was wrong. That was when we figured out it was a trap. I had to make a barrier with water and even then it was a close call for us. "

"Same here. The flames threw me off and Wally had to help me out, the debris threw off his footing. "

"We never realized that Conner and Robin wasn't with us. Not until it was too late. "

Superman frowned, tapping his chin in thought. "How long did it take for you all to get out?"

"Several minutes at least. "

"Why? What's going on?"

"Hm. Myself, Batman and several other league members were on a mission similar to yours. Different warehouses reported with suspicious activity in different cities. We also learned that the information provided was meant as a distraction. At first we thought that this trap had been set up for us. But Superboy and Robin missing means that it was your team who was targeted; or more specifically the two of them. They were taken while you were trapped in your buildings."

"But why? "

"That's what the League is intending to find out. For now the rest of you are benched. "He held a hand up to silence them as they tried to protest. "You need time to recuperate and you're missing two members. Take some time off."

With that Superman spun around on his heel, leaving the group sitting there with frowns on their faces. It wasn't until the man of steel left through the Zeta did they bother to speak.

"We can't just sit this out."

"I agree but we have no leads. The league isn't able to find anything either. If they did, we do not have Robin to check for us. "

There was a sigh. "But…"

"I don't want to sit here waiting while two of our friends are out there either but we don't have much of a choice. Batman's looking for them right now. If anyone can find them, he can. "

"I hope you're right about that…"

Bruce rubbed his eyes tiredly, staring up at the screens in front of him, cowl pushed back. There had to be something he was missing. But what? He went over every little piece of evidence he collected from the sight. He checked and double checked every picture. He had been at this for hours and yet there was still no clues as to who took them or why.

That's what bothered him the most; the why.

Why go out of your way to attract an entire leagues attention? Why get the whole team involved? What could they possibly want with Richard and Conner? Had they wanted both? Or just one and grabbed the other because they were together? Could it have been a personal attack against him and Superman? Taking their protégé's in some way to rile them up? They both had their fair share of enemies and it didn't take a genius to figure out that the closest person to the dark knight was his small sidekick.

If it was an attack towards them though, why hadn't they been contacted? Any one of their villains would have sent some sort of video to draw their attention, boasting about how they had two young heroes.

The bat was ready to pull his hair out by the roots.

"Master Bruce, Master Clark is here to see you." His older butler approached, bringing with him a tray of tea and said alien.

"Clark. " He nodded, though he didn't look away from the screen. "How did it go with the team?"

"Not well. They didn't see anything. Whoever took them made it quick. They must have grabbed them while the building was still coming down. How are things on this end?"

"The same as it was a few hours ago. I have nothing aside from the fact that the explosion in their building was not as extreme as the others. Someone rigged it so it wouldn't cause as much damage."

"Might I inquire something sirs?" Alfred spoke up from where was standing diligently.

"Of course Alfred. "

"Superboy, if I'm not mistaken Master Clark, is similar to you yes? " Clark nodded; grateful the older gentleman didn't bring up the clone aspect. "Wouldn't he have been able to withstand an explosion?''

Alfred looked to the screen before excusing himself from the room, leaving the two heroes to mull over his words. They stared at each other a moment before they came to the same realization.

"Conner should have been able to withstand that easily unless—"

"-unless whoever took them had access to Kryptonite. "

"I think we finally have a lead."

Pain.

Everything hurt.

His head, his body…It was so hard to stay awake. He was poked and prodded at for hours. They ran tests and took samples. Those didn't necessarily hurt. Those were easy to sit there and struggle through. It was the injections that hurt the most. There were brief moments of clarity between the sedatives they gave him and he managed to get a good look at the liquid they were injecting him with. It was still unknown to him. He wracked his brain going through what he knew on the subject but nothing Robin could think of glowed that bright a green. It was almost toxic looking.

What he did know was that it hurt.

It was almost as if he could feel the liquid travel through his veins. It felt like he was freezing up from the inside out, or like someone was dragging a knife, following the veins in his body. Every injection he would fight against his bonds, screaming out as he struggled. He never pleaded for it to stop, he would just scream.

If he was able to focus, he would have heard the echoed screams coming from the next room.

During his last dosage he had tried to think of happy things. He thought of his family at the circus, he thought of his team and wondered what they would have been doing as a group that weekend. But most of all he thought of being at home with Bruce and Alfred, sitting down to dinner and going on about their days. He wanted to go home. He wanted to know what was going on. He wanted to know where Superboy was. Was he taken with him?

He stared up at the ceiling tiredly, his throat raw from screaming as the others in the room spoke. He came to learn that the man in charge of these tests was an older gentleman, a doctor Stevens and his assistant was his niece. She seemed nice, always apologizing under her breath when she injected him. Why she did what the older man asked Robin didn't know, nor could speak coherently enough to ask when they were alone.

"He's taken the last several injections very well. I didn't think subject 17 would last as long as he has. He's lasted much longer then subject 16 had."

"Does this mean—"

"This means that we move onto phase two. I need to speak with our benefactor about the progress we've made. "

"We just injected him. He needs rest. "

"Sedate him and get him prepped for the implant. I will not repeat myself."

Dick watched the two of them from the corner of his eye. Stevens stormed out after his assistant nodded and he quickly pretended like he hadn't heard anything as she approached. She sighed, getting together another sedative before swabbing his arm. An arm that heavily bruised with tiny puncture wounds covering it.

"I'm sorry..." She whispered, giving him a small dose. He let out a weak noise, pleading for her to help; for her to do something to stop the pain. But the young woman shook her head and put her supplies back on the table before rushing out of the room.

Robin groaned and tried to struggle free from the straps around his wrists and ankles once more. Tired and in pain yes, but he was the boy wonder, Batmans partner. He wasn't just going to give up. He wiggled and moved his hands, trying to squeeze them through the hole. "Stupid...C'mon…" His head dipped tiredly but that was when he caught sight of it; the assistant's small table with all her medical equipment.

She had left it next to the operating table he resided on and within reaching distance.

Filled with determination he turned his hand a little awkwardly and grabbed at the table until his fingers clumsily grabbed a scalpel. Cheering inside he shifted it a bit and started to work on cutting his wrist free.

He was going to get out there, find Conner and go home.

A/N:

Dun dun dun.

Heyo! Here's chapter two. I'm hoping the next one will be longer. We'll see how it goes. Thanks everyone for the reviews and follows and what not. Virtual cookies for you. Anywho, you know the drill. Leave some notes, lemme know what you think. Who could the benefactor be? What are they doing to Robin? Where's SB? Stay tuned for the next chapter of Missing~!

Also, there was a slight homage to Assassin's Creed in this chapter. Who can tell me what it is?