A/N: Hey! sorry again for the erratic publishing, I'm a mess, what can I say? From now on I should be sticking to a two week publishing plan. I hope you enjoy the story, and whether you like it or not, please comment! I love to hear feedback and even criticism is feedback, and a step forward. Thanks.

9:34am. 2nd February. Happy Harbour

When Dick came to- he really knew he was in trouble. He appeared to be in some sort of cell, a clinically bright white room with mirrored glass, which had a grille cut into it. Questions crowded his mind- a few of which were these:

How long had he been out?

If this cell room existed, why had he woken in an unlocked room?

Why were his sunglasses still on?

Who were the people he saw earlier and why were they so alarmed to see him?

He had no answers, so he walked up to the one-way glass and tapped smartly on it. He wanted to talk to whoever was keeping him here. Dick didn't really expect anything to happen, but after about 20 seconds the glass became transparent, showing him the people on the other side- his captors.

Dick gaped. On the other side of the glass stood Batman, and Kid Flash. This couldn't be real, it must be a projection, a recording. Why would Batman and Kid Flash be keeping him captive? However, the people there seemed totally real, just as he knew them- except Kid Flash looked older than the way Dick remembered him, now he seemed about Dick's age, perhaps slightly older. Batman, however, looked just how Dick remembered him. Dark and brooding, the way he had been when Dick left him. When Batman spoke, he even sounded the way that Dick remembered him. And speak he did, words that cut Dick deeper than he cared to admit. "What have you done with Robin?"

"I-I.." Dick stammered "Don't make me come in there, scum." Something about seeing Batman, so similar to the way he had left him, yet so utterly different struck a painful chord inside of Dick, and shocked thoughts of projections totally out of his head. This man who had helped him through the worst times of his life, and had enabled him to have the best times, too. This man was standing here, thinking that he was nothing more than the common kidnapping dirt they had dealt with together.

"Batman, I-" There was a loud bang on the glass and Dick jumped backwards, Batman had slammed his fists onto the glass, his face inches from Dick's. In his haste to get away from the glass, Dick leapt back, but forgot to move his feet, lost his balance and found himself sitting on the cell floor, his sunglasses falling into his lap. Dick had almost forgotten he was wearing them. He saw Batman through the glass, still staring at him, but Dick knew Bruce too well to not understand that Bruce was now glued to the glass in shock, even though nothing appeared to have changed in his stance.

Kid Flash's reaction was more obvious. His jaw dropped, his green eyes became as wide as saucer dishes. Dick didn't understand why Kid Flash of all people knew his secret identity, and he wondered how long the fastest boy alive had known, and who had told him.

Bruce's gruff voice was barely audible through the grille in the glass "Dick... What's happened?" A silence stretched between them, and Dick felt the need to fill it with the truth. The truth that had come suddenly rushing back to him as he hit the floor. "You aren't real."

Bruce and Kid Flash stared at him, it seemed like it was too much for them to compute. Dick stood up, squaring his shoulders. He looked around the room for cameras, microphones or anything of the like. In the corner hung a slim camera. Dick addressed it, turning his back on his holographic captors. "Why are you doing this? What's the point of trying to make me think Batman is keeping me captive?" When the projections didn't move, and there was no answering crackle of voice over microphone, Dick began to get frustrated. "Answer me!" He shouted into the echoing silence. Still nothing.

He turned back to his projected friends, trying to see if he could gain any information from their surroundings. However, instead of finding information, his eyes caught on Kid Flash, whose uncovered green eyes were shining with tears. He had stepped forward, changing positions with Batman, who had melted characteristically into the shadows at the back of the room they stood in. One of Kid Flash's gloved hands was pressed against the glass, and he was staring, horror-struck, at Dick. All three stood, immobile. Slowly, Projected Batman raised his hand to Kid Flash's shoulder, gently guiding him to the door. As the door handle turned, the glass switched back to a frustratingly mirrored surface. Dick pounded on the surface, almost certainly his real captors were behind his image, which gazed back at him, asking him all the questions he wanted to know the answers to.

Dick stayed against the glass for some time, staring into his own tired eyes. Eventually, he sat, staring at the glass. His eyes were glazed, but his mind was working in overdrive. What was the point of projecting his old mentor and fellow Titan? Where was he? Why was he here? Too many questions, and not nearly enough answers. Also, there were very few ways that Dick could get answers. He could see a door in the wall, but it appeared to be sealed. His air was on circulation, he could tell, from a small vent in the ceiling. Too high for him to reach, and too small to escape through anyway. He continued to look at the camera periodically, but nothing seemed to be coming from that.

Very suddenly, there was a small hissing sound, followed by a muted swish. The door to the cell had opened.


9:10am. 2nd February. Jump city

Dick was fairly sure that he had been inside Raven's magic bubble prison thing (he hated calling it something so uncertain- but that seemed to describe it best) for at least an hour. Inside, he could hear nothing but see everything in black and white.

When he had been lifted off Raven, he had found that he was trapped in a perfectly spherical container, not much larger than he was, the walls of which were like marble to touch, cool and hard, apart from the fact that they were totally transparent, and turned the outside world black and white.

Robin had to assume that they were something similar to the energy bubbles that Rocket could produce. If so, hitting it wasn't going to get him out of here. So, he resigned to the fact that he was trapped, and at Raven's mercy.

Raven had quickly left the room, and Robin thought he saw people walking past the door. He stayed in the room he was in for some time, staring at the black and white folds of curtains and trying to think of a way out. However, before he could formulate a plan that was more than bits that had very little chance of working, Raven came back into the room. She stretched out her hand, and somehow began to move Robin's tiny prison.

She directed it down a series of wide corridors, walking behind Dick, who stared dead ahead, refusing to twist around and make himself look ridiculous, even if he would've loved to get a slightly longer look at some of the technology that was at irregular intervals on the wall. It looked... Harder. Dick was sure he could still hack it easily if he needed to, but he could definitely tell it would be incredibly tough to bypass, particularly without his tech.

Suddenly, they went through a doorway that opened onto a large room. This room seemed to be a... Living room. Dick was sure that that wasn't quite right, but English was a tough language. It was a room, that could certainly be lived in. There was a small kitchen in one corner, a large and well-used sofa in the middle of the room and a huge window at the end, overlooking the city that Dick saw earlier. Standing tensely just in front of the sofa, facing Dick, were three other people. In front of them was a wooden chair. Dick thought that this looked like a very informal interrogation. As his container began to move forward, Dick weighed his options. Attack was out, they would be too far away, he was outnumbered, and they probably all or mostly had superpowers. Not a good plan. Manipulating the situation until they told him why he was here seemed to be the most obvious way to go.

Dick didn't make his decision a moment too soon, for he was being lowered into the chair. The bubble around him lowered, sinking into the ground, and as it did, restraints made of the same material as the bubble appeared over Dick's forearms, upper arms and around his middle, rendering him incapable of much movement. In the silence that followed, Dick got a good look at his captors for the first time. He was very sure that his prediction of them all being superpowered was correct, he had never seen three people whose general look screamed super powers more than these people. One, a boy who looked about Dick's age, had green skin and hair. He wore a black and purple skin-tight suit. The boy next to him, who towered over his companions, seemed to be partly made of metal. The girl that stood next to him had orange skin and red hair. Also, instead of eyebrows, she seemed to have two dots that were the same colour as her hair. Despite this, she was still very pretty, and Dick found himself looking at her. She refused to look back, looking anywhere but at him.

None of them seemed keen to speak, and tension thickened the air. Dick smirked, appearing to have the upper hand would be easy, but until he knew what these people wanted, he didn't want to risk doing anything stupid. He let his voice ring out, filling the space and making at least two of them jump. "So... This is all pretty whelming but... Why am I here?"

The silence spoke for itself. The pretty girl was finally looking at him, but she looked very puzzled. Her mouth formed the word whelming, but no sound left her. It was the green boy who broke the silence. "Does he look shorter to you?" Everyone looked at him, and Raven seemed fairly annoyed. "Beast Boy." She snapped "Stick to the plan." Dick was sure he heard Beast Boy murmur "Right... The plan. I love the plan..." "Alright." Raven stood in front of him, her arms folded "Who are you?" Who was he? If these people had kidnapped him, how was it that they didn't even know who he was? He leaned back slightly in his chair, still smirking and betraying none of his confusion. "You know who I am." He answered blandly. It was true- she had told him his name and past. Clearly she now believed herself to be mistaken as to his identity.

Beast boy spoke again, as if Dick wasn't there, "Are you telling me he doesn't look shorter to any of you?" The metal boy opened his mouth to say something too, but the pretty girl cleared her throat at Beast Boy, giving him a purposeful look, and jerking her head towards Raven, who was clearly scowling at them, as both boys shrank into themselves slightly.

"Okay, my turn for a question!" Dick said, causing the four to jump and look back at him. "Why am I here?" The metal boy looked confused. "Wait- you came here!" "No…" Dick frowned at him "You brought me here." The metal boy stepped forward, "Listen, we want to know what you've done with Robin, okay? He lives here, and you- you're pretending to be him!" The boy sounded quite unsure of the last part, but Dick quickly understood why. "It's because he is Robin! Just Robin from another universe." This was from Beast Boy. "Beast boy, we've discussed this. This is not Robin. Robin is in danger and this boy is trying to infiltrate the Tower. Raven explained through gritted teeth. "Well he smells like Robin!" Said Beast Boy indignantly. "It happened once before, why couldn't it happen again?!" "Dude, shut up." The metal boy cut him off. Dick was baffled. What was this Beast Boy talking about, it happening once before? And him smelling like Robin?

No-one had noticed the pretty girl, who had been standing apart from this, but she brought herself to their attention by zooming at Dick, her hand outstretched to close around his windpipe, effectively pinning him to the chair and winding him. Her eyes glowed a dangerously bright green and Dick could feel the heat radiating from them. Cries of 'Starfire!' were drowned out by her shout, "Where is Robin!? What have you done with him!?"