Disclaimer: I do not own Young Justice. I'm saving up to buy Robin though. But I don't own him as of yet either.

A/N: This was written for the Livejournal Young Justice Anon Meme. It has a link posted there leading to it. Also, this is loosely based on the show 4400, therefore the title. Lol. Thank you!

Also, this chapter will mention and introduce Robin's brothers, Jason, Tim, and Damian. I have made Robin the youngest in this, so that's a bit AU. Jason will be 19, Tim, 17, and Damian 16. Just thought I'd let ya know in case they came in and you were all "Teh Fucks? Aren't they younger?" They normally are, but I love BBBro!Robin, so...yeah. Also, Jason is Red Hood, Tim is Nightwing, and Damian is Red Robin. The team will only know them by these names cause despite not living with Bats anymore they still go by his training for the most part.

Chapter Three

One week. One long week since Robin had returned and he had still yet to wake up. He'd been unconscious in the infirmary since Wally had rushed in, cradling him in his arms, that first night.

The speedster had been frantic, barely understandable, and had panicked as they carted Robin away to be looked over. They had no idea how much damage whatever had happened to the teen had caused and hearing that made Wally (and the team) all the more panicked and afraid.

So far while Robin had lain comatose in the Watchtower infirmary the entire league had been busy trying to research the other cases while still keeping an eye on the unconscious boy, which was proving rather difficult. The league had decided Robin should have someone with him at all times, just in case he woke up or something less favorable happened. It was better safe than sorry.

Unfortunately that meant one less helping hand in research and since Young justice and Roy refused to be too far away from their injured youngest that left them down seven people who could be handy in the search for answers.

They'd talked with all the doctors who'd treated the previous victims (more realistically Batman scared the crap out of them and interrogated them for answers), but all they could tell them was that each one had been biologically and genetically altered just enough to make a huge difference, giving them rather remarkable abilities, only for their bodies to burn out thanks to the strain the altercations put on their body.

This made the search for answers even more important, because if Robin was living on borrowed time then they had no time as a luxury. It was either find a way to fix whatever had most likely been done to the young acrobat or watch him die, most likely taking a few people with him if it went like some of the more dangerous others.

Of course there was the small possibility, fleeting and barely even real, that Robin had been spared experimentation and was comatose only because of the shock of the experience and not because someone had scrambled his DNA like a kitten with a ball of yarn. It was highly unlikely, but it was all the hope they were going to get and so many of the more sentimental league members as well as members of Young Justice held firm to the small hope that this was the case and, by some miraculous stroke of luck, Robin had been spared.

Unfortunately, for he could really use some hope, Wally was not one of them. Neither was Batman.

Both were men of science and reason and reason said that whatever had taken Robin would not have let him go unless it had finished what it had taken him for. This left both with the more determined mindset of: Robin's life is on the line and an answer must be found or he will die.

This left several people very worried for them as both began to neglect themselves again in favor of saving Robin. Roy was one of those people and at that moment he was heading back over to the infirmary to check on Robin and Wally, hoping something changed in one of their conditions soon before he lost both his best friends for good.

He sighed, staring over at Wally, as he re-entered the infirmary. "How is he?"

"He seems very gloomy. He thinks Robin will end up like the others and it's hurting him.", Megan said softly, looking sadly at her teammate.

Artemis gave a slow nod. "I've never seen Baywatch so quiet. It's wrong."

Superboy gave a shrug, eyes on Wally and Robin as well. "Robin is dying. I think I'd be angry if he wasn't."

Suddenly a voice rang out, making the clone and the rest of the teens flinch at it's sharpness. "I can hear you you know."

Kaldur, who had been reading his book set it down softly to look torridly at Wally, who was now glaring at them with all the energy he could muster. It wasn't much of a glare and that worried the Atlantean more than anything else, but he decided to focus on calming the younger males anger and worry about his health later.

"We apologize my friend, it's just that we are worried about you. You do not seem yourself lately and we know how much Robin means to you.", he gave Wally a strong look. "He means a lot to all of us as well and we are worried too, but we wish you would take better care of yourself. Robin will be very upset if he wakes up and you've made yourself ill in your worry."

Wally seemed to shrink in on himself a bit, turning to look at Robin's still form. "I just want him to wake up. I mean, we just got him back..."

He looked at a loss for words, trying hard to describe his feelings and get the words out past the heavy lump in his throat. He seemed to give up, turning to them, eyes slightly wet with unshed tears.

"You know Bats called his brothers yesterday? They're coming as soon as possible. I think he meant to call them earlier, but got so caught up he forgot. It scares me that he forgot. It's not like him, you know? It means this is bad. Really bad." Wally seemed to harden as he sat down beside Robin's bed, looking down at the young comatose teen's face sadly. I know you guys keep hoping he hasn't been altered like the others, but I just can't hope like that. It would hurt to much..."

"Why do you say that? How can having hope hurt?", Megan asked softly, floating to his side.

He sighed. "Because if I hope like that beautiful it'll hurt even more when we learn the truth. I'd rather be prepared for what's more likely to happen. Maybe then it'll hurt less."

The entire group of teens fell silent, drinking in his words and realizing that their jovial speedster was deeper than they every really would have cared to know.

Batman sat in the Watchtower's main console room pouring over data from Robin's scans, a heavy scowl on what could be seen of his face.

What he saw wasn't making much sense, but nothing was making much sense lately anyway. Robin was the first of the returned victims to end up like this, comatose, and that was bothering the Bat. All the others had seemed a little sick, but otherwise fine upon their returns and none so far (besides Richard) had slipped into a coma of any kind.

It was worrying that the pattern had changed.

That told him that there was something different about his son. He wasn't like the others in some way and , whether good or bad, he needed to figure out how. If he could discover what had made his youngest son fall into a deep state of unconsciousness he would be one step closer to understanding what had happened to him and fixing it.

He was coming up empty so far, but soon his older sons would be arriving and he hoped a fresh pair of Bat trained eyes could help him to figure it out. He felt a pang of annoyance at himself for having forgotten to notify them of their brother's condition earlier. Despite his rocky relationship with his oldest sons he would never hide something like this from them. It wasn't like him to forget and that was a testament to how worried he really was.

He knew the boys had noticed too. He'd seen the realization of how serious this was in their eyes when he told them Richard had gone missing and then been found only to fall into a coma. He also saw the hurt and betrayal in their eyes when they realized he'd kept hidden the fact that their baby brother had gone missing for two whole months, when really he'd just forgotten to tell them in his frantic search for the boy.

Despite the calm collective front he put on lately he'd been a mess. It bothered him when he realized he was still human. Still breakable. And losing his son for two months had nearly broken him.

His older sons had all gone off to do their own thing, despite the fact that Damian was only 16. They'd been fed up with the way Bruce lived and had left, leaving only Richard behind, who they came to see occasionally.

The fact that they had moved off to Bloodhaven made it all the easier to forget to tell them what was going on with their younger sibling. They only visited on big holidays really, so it wasn't like he would expect them to just pop over, not while he was there at least. They didn't have the greatest relationship after Jason's death and subsequent resurrection.

The immortal teen had hated that Bruce didn't avenge him and had booked within two weeks of being brought back. He'd bought an apartment in Bloodhaven and a year or so later Tim had joined him, angry that Bruce refused to let him branch out as a hero. Little more than six months after that Damian had followed, believing his brothers would better accept his way of permanent crime fighting than his father.

To be honest Bruce understood the reasons they'd gone, but he couldn't help but be grateful that Richard had stayed behind with him. He knew he was a hard person to deal with, let alone live with, but Dick loved and stayed with him anyway.

Jason, Tim, and Damian didn't need him anymore, but Dick still did and Bruce refused to let his son down. He had to find a way to save him. He couldn't let him end up like the other victims and if that meant he'd have to deal with Jason's biting hatred, Tim's hurt looks, and Damian's skewed morals, well...he'd just have to deal with it.

His communicator went off, jolting him out of his thoughts, and he looked down, sighing when he saw who was calling. Jason.

He hit the piece in his ear. "Hello?"

"We found the transporter phone-booth. We'll be there in a few seconds."

Batman gave a sigh. "I'll meet you at the transporters."

"Good."

And with that he hung up, making Bruce groan. Apparently Jason was still mad.

He stood up, sweeping from the room to go meet his oldest three sons, knowing it would be a trying meeting. He expected a lot of bitching and whining to be honest and was only doing this for Richard.

It took a few seconds for him to make his way to the transporter room where three irate looking teen heroes were waiting impatiently. They turned to glare at him when he swept into the room, cape flaring impressively, and he greeted them in turn.

"Red Hood. Nightwing. Red Robin."

Jason snarled, arms crossed. "What took you so long?"

"I had to walk all the way over here from the main console room.", Batman said firmly.

Damian stepped forward. "So where is he?"

"Follow me."

And with that he turned and strode from the room, his elder sons following closely behind talking in hushed tones.

Tim snorted. "I see he's still warm as ever."

"And here I thought Dickie-bird woulda worked all the angst outta him by now. Apparently not.", Jason sneered.

Batman growled under his breath, looking over his shoulder at them. "I can hear you."

Jason's sneer widened. "I know. That's the point."

The Bat snarled, but let his eldest's attitude pass continuing down the hall to the Watchtower's infirmary and pausing in front of the door. He was sorely tempted to open it himself and see how his son was doing, but thought better of it. If he went in he wouldn't be able to leave and Robin needed him to find answers not sit back and wallow in his pain.

He turned to look at his other sons and gestured to the door. "In here."

Tim frowned. "Aren't you coming?"

The Bat shook his head. "I have business to attend to."

And with that said he turn and strode off, leaving all three of his sons staring after him, two of the three glaring angrily at his back.

"The nerve of that asshole!", Jason snarled. "His son's in a coma and he has 'business to attend to'! Bullsh-"

Tim sighed, putting a hand on his older brother's shoulder. "Enough Jay. You can gripe about him later. Dick needs us."

Damian nodded. "He's right. We can yell at father for this later."

And with that all three teens pushed the door open and stepped into the infirmary shocked slightly by the group of teens who turned to stare from around the infirmary bed as they walked in. The collective teens held their attention for only a moment before the three Bats eyes fell on the form in the bed.

Richard lay there looking as if he was sleeping, or at least he would if he was a normal person. But for him it looked all wrong. The acrobat was never that still, even in his sleep. He was always moving. Always doing something.

It disturbed his brother's to no end to see him so still and silent, lying there among the white bed sheets which contrasted sharply with his black hair and accented his pale skin.

Instinct compelled them to move towards their brother, Damian reaching out to touch the younger male's face only to be stopped by a firm hand on his wrist.

"Who are you?"

Damian looked up into the face of an exact younger copy of Superman and scowled, clenching his fist. Jason seemed to be equally outraged, glaring at the bulky male.

The eldest bat brother growled at him. "We're his brothers. Who the hell are you?"

Superboy scowled right back at him. "We're his team."

"Well whoopee for you,", Damian growled. "Now will you let go of my arm please?"

The clone looked down at his arm and reservedly let go, stepping back and allowing Damian access to his comatose baby brother.

The sixteen year old ran a gentle hand across his brother's face, concern in his blue eyes. Jason and Tim's eyes softened at the sight of their normally hard brother showing his softer side so openly.

He let out a chocked breath, looking up at his brothers, eyes watery. "He's so still."

Wally sighed. "It seems so wrong right?"

"He's never still. Ever.",Tim said softly, looking down at his brother, before looking up at the redhead. "So I-uh-heard he vanished on your date..."

Wally moved to respond but was interrupted by Artemis who looked at him with surprise, the surprise echoed on the faces of the other members of Young Justice (except for Kaldur of course).

Artemis glanced at Tim. "By 'date' do you mean date as in Wally and Robin on a date?"

Jason snorted. "Well yeah. What else would he mean?"

" You're dating Robin?", Roy asked Wally incredulously. "When were you going to tell us?"

"We've only been going out for a couple months. Five if you kind the months he was..."

"Missing?", Damian said softly.

Wally nodded. "Yeah." He looked at the team. "We were gonna tell you guys eventually, when we were ready."

The room went silent as Wally's words once again sunk in, giving another view deeper into the teen's mind.

Tim sighed, looking at the rest of them. "We should probably introduce ourselves to those of you who don't know us. I'm Nightwing," he gestured to Jason and Damian in turn. "and these are Red hood and Red Robin."

Kaldur nodded. "Nice to meet you. I am Kaldur," he gestured to the others in order. " This is Superboy, M'gann, Artemis, Roy, and you seem to already know Wally."

Jason nodded, grinning slightly at the mention of knowing the speedster. "Sure do, came down to visit him personally when we heard he was seeing our little brother. Had to make sure Robin was in good hands after all."

After that the room dissolved into easy conversation, the bat brothers easily falling in with the team and Red Arrow. But even as they talked the direness of the situation stayed strong and their eyes would occasionally dart to the still figure in the bed, making their hearts clench.

It was nearly midnight when he awoke, blue eyes opening softly. He could hear the sound of the heart monitor and see the shadowed forms of his team and, if what the small whispers in his head were telling him were correct, his brothers.

He absently wondered when they had gotten there, but the voices said that morning and he assumed they were right. They'd been right about Wally coming to find him after all.

He distantly knew he should be more concerned about the fact that he was hearing voices and feeling strange things from the sleeping bodies surrounding him, he almost felt like he could taste their dreams on his tongue, but he found he didn't really care. They mostly tasted nice. Except Wally's. Maybe he was having a nightmare?

He sat up slowly, carefully moving his blankets away from his legs and pulling off the heart monitor attachments.

He felt a jolt of amusement at the realization that he was still in the strange white outfit he'd appeared in. It was rather exposing, but at least he wasn't naked.

He moved his legs over the edge and carefully planted his bare feet on the cold infirmary floor. It took some effort, but he stood, carefully and quietly making his way over to the door and exiting the infirmary without waking a soul.

It took him only a few moments to move through the halls and make his way to the main console room where he knew Bruce was sleeping. The voices told him so.

And he was rewarded with the familiar vision of Bruce in the Batsuit asleep against the computer console. He smiled at the familiarity of the scene and curled up on a nearby chair, shivering slightly at the cold air.

He didn't know why but he knew Bruce would need him when he woke up, the voices were clear on that, so he stayed curled up and despite the chill fell asleep easily.

The next morning Wally awoke to the sunlight streaming in the window into his face. It took a moment as he woke to realize that something was off.

Robin.

He sat up, eyes staring wide at the empty infirmary bed.

Where was he? Where was Robin?

He was up faster than even he could blink, whirling the air around him and waking up the other people sleeping in the room.

Roy growled huffily at him. "Wally what the hell's wrong with you?"

The speedster turned, wide eyed. "Robin's gone!"

Those words set off a chain reaction and suddenly everything was frantic. They were all rushing about wildly, panic for the young acrobat overriding logic and reason.

"Wait! Everyone calm down." Kaldur said quickly, calming everyone down. "We must remain calm if we are to find Robin."

Suddenly a firm and recognizable called out, freezing them all in their tracks. "No need. He's right here."

They all turned to see Batman and a very familiar figure in a striped white outfit. Robin was leaning against his father figure and looking at them dazedly, blue eyes unfocused.

Jason was the first to ask what they all wanted to know. "What the hell Robin? Why'd you get up without telling us?"

The small teen seemed to look into the air for the answer and suddenly smiled softly. He moved closer to his brother, putting a hand on his head.

"The voices told me too."

Epic ending line or what? "The voices told me too". I waited all chapter to write that line. It was soooo worth all the finger cramps! LOL. REVIEW!