It was a mission gone wrong. One minute, the Team was battling it out against the Cult of the Kobra when a man named Deathstroke revealed himself. Robin had seemed to recognize the man, rapidly filling in the Team about his vital statistics. His name was Slade Wilson, and he was an assassin, a very dangerous assassin.

The next moment, the Team had found out just how dangerous one man could be. They all had ended up with multiple bruises, some worse than others, but no one had come out of the fight unscratched. It was a wonder than they had even gotten out of the factory with all their limbs attached to their sides. At least they were okay. They would survive.

But they weren't one hundred percent that Robin would. He had taken the hardest beating out of all of them, sacrificing himself so his friends could perhaps contact the League or get out of there. No one had used Robin's well-placed distraction to leave the crime scene; instead, they had all tried to fight back.

What a mistake it had been.

M'gann now had to lay down on a medical bed next to Robin's and attempt to bring him out of his coma. He had received a blow to his head that had given him more damage than they had all previously anticipated. It was a disaster. Wally was pacing all around the Cave, Batman was brooding more than usual, Kaldur blamed himself, Conner had become even more distant, and Artemis was giving them all the cold shoulder. M'gann was the only one who could help.

So she attempted to bring Robin out of his coma.

Her uncle J'onn was strapping her up to various machines that would monitor her heart rate, blood pressure, and brain function. M'gann had taken Robin's limp hand in hers during the process. It unnerved her that his hand would refuse to move in hers, but at least it was still warm. Warm meant that blood was flowing through his fragile human veins, which meant that his heart was still going strong.

Good, M'gann thought. It's all going to be good.

When Batman closed the medical bay's doors so no one except him and J'onn were inside the room, M'gann set to work. She closed her eyes, and when she set up the telepathic link, they opened to reveal a bright green glow. M'gann had to swim down into Robin's deepest subconscious to try and find the glitch in the system. And that wasn't going to be easy.

The thing about someone's subconscious was that it normally didn't make sense, to both the inhabitant and the visitor. It was mainly made up of scattered memories. If you had little or no information on the subject's past and experiences, then it would prove to be a hard job to make sense of things. But M'gann had to try.

Soon enough, M'gann had been dropped out into a deserted street. She supposed that it was Gotham City. The towering buildings and dirtied alleys could give that away, but it might have been someplace else. A place that M'gann had never visited before; she didn't know. There was nothing about Robin that M'gann knew except for his hero persona and his mentor's. And the occasional details of his training, but that didn't seem to matter because in the middle of the street, there was a boy.

As M'gann neared the little kid, age around eight or nine in human years, she noticed that he had really messy hair. And it was black, the same color of Robin's. Maybe he's a younger version of Robin? When M'gann got close enough to be noticed, the boy looked up at her with blueeyes. They were so blue that M'gann couldn't make out any other pigment of color in them, not like she had with other humans before.

The little kid gave her an odd look, and a yelp. "You're green!"

M'gann instantly held her hands in front of her face, trying hard to silence the quickly panicking boy. Maybe he wasn't Robin like she had hoped; surely he would recognize her in his own subconscious. "No, no, it's okay! Shh, I won't hurt you! You're safe—calm down, please! I won't hurt you!"

The little boy calmed down by a sliver. M'gann smiled, "You can trust me." Then she added, "My name is M'gann."

The boy hesitantly smiled back, but still held up his hand. Just like a proper gentleman. "I'm Dick Grayson."

"Okay, Dick." M'gann nodded. She was making progress. Crouching down next to Dick, she asked, "What are you doing here all alone?"

"I lost my parents." Dick shrugged, as if trying to alleviate himself from a heavy burden. "I don't know where they went."

"Then I'll help you find them," M'gann held out a hand for him to take. Dick took it.


a/n: You didn't really think that it would all be rainbows and butterflies right? *wink* A little dose of angst is good for the soul, especially after those two lighthearted chapters from before.