Author's Note: Hello again world! I'm back with chapter 3 and I must say that I enjoyed this chapter. Not as much as the last one, but I still liked this one. Anyhow I hope you all enjoy it as well!

Disclaimer: Unfortunately I still don't own anyone from YJ but if I did this hiatus wouldn't have lasted nearly as long as it has. At least there's only a week left until the next episode!

The next time Robin woke up, he still occupied the bed in the med bay, but now the entire team was surrounding him. He silently studied them, noticing that they were in a mental conversation via M'gann.

"It feels good being left out of the conversation. Thank you all for the love guys," Robin thought sarcastically. He watched as the other five members of his team jumped in unison and then turned to him with big grins on their faces. The only ones not smiling were Artemis and Wally who were standing hand-in-hand off to the side.

"Robin! Oh my gosh are you okay? We were so worried when we couldn't find you and then I couldn't reach you by mental link and then Wally and Artemis called in and said they found you and-"

"What M'gann here is trying to say is we were worried about your well being," Kaldur said, cutting off M'gann's rambling.

"I'm alright guys, really I am," at Robin's words Wally looked away, a scowl on his face that only Robin could see.

Artemis let go of Wally's hand and came up to Robin's bed to lightly punch his good arm. "That's for scaring us so much you moron."

"Look I'm sorry, okay?" Robin mumbled hoarsely. "I didn't mean to get separated from you, it just happened."

"Yeah right," Superboy said with his arms crossed across his chest. "You always run off like that without letting us know, especially when it comes to freaks like Joker."

"Ninja boy," Wally muttered finally looking back at Robin. He smiled at Wally and received a ghost of a smile in return.

"Hello, Megan! I completely forgot to give these to you," M'gann said while reaching over and laying a tin on Robin's lap. He clumsily opened it to discover it was full of chocolate chip cookies made by none other than Alfred Pennyworth. On top of the cookies was a note that said, "Feel better soon: you have school work to catch up on. In the meantime I hope these help you make a speedy recovery. –Agent A."

"Who brought these here?" Robin asked, knowing Alfred wasn't just going to prance into the mountain with a large tin in hand and expect to not be questioned.

"Batman did and said that we weren't to mess with it," Artemis said with her croaky voice. "But someone didn't listen to him."

At this the team turned in union to look at Wally pointedly.

"What? It was only one cookie!" Wally said holding his hands in the air in an attempt to appear innocent.

Robin cackled a little, but was stopped short by the pain it caused his throat. He began to cough a body wrenching cough and his hand flew to his throat. He sat up quickly in the bed throwing the covers off of him as he sat there hacking away. The rest of the team stood shell shocked around his bed, not knowing what to do until Artemis came up to him and began pounding on his back. Eventually the coughing stopped and Robin was able to breathe again, but even that hurt. Every breath he took felt like Joker was taking that blasted knife of his and slashing at Robin's chest.

Through all of this the team stood there unable to move as they watched their little brother fight to gain control of his breathing. The pain finally subsided and Robin looked up into the eyes of his friends and teammates to see hurt, confusion, fear, and a fire of pure hatred burned in Wally's emerald eyes. Robin looked into those eyes as they looked into his and wanted nothing more than for that hatred to leave those eyes; he wanted nothing more than for them to become cheerful and joking again.

He watched as Wally stormed out of the med bay claiming that he was hungry and wanted to go find himself something to eat, but Dick knew his friend wasn't in any mood to eat. He sighed as he watched his friend leave and wished he could do something to help out, but for now he was stuck lying in this bed unable to something as simple as breathe normally.

Robin lay back in the bed feeling the weariness of the past few minutes' events grabbing at him. He didn't know if what he wanted was to go back to sleep where surely the Joker's cackling would be there to haunt him or if he wanted the company of his friends to keep the nightmares at bay. He knew that both options weren't good enough if he slept while his friends couldn't sleep a wink through the fear they felt for his life even if the Joker was locked up.

He looked at his friends to see they were already looking at him with concern and pity in their eyes. He sighed, wishing he could do something to make them not pity him- how he hated their pity- but even as he thought it his eyelids started to droop and his mind began to shut down.

Somehow Kaldur noticed his brother's sleepiness and started to silently usher the other in the direction Wally just went. They all went out the door and Kaldur stood there for a second in the doorway watching Robin as Robin watched him. He then gave a soft smile at him and then walked out of the room, quietly closing the door behind him.

Robin sat there for a minute wondering about when he would heal and if the wound to his throat would ever heal up: after all it wouldn't be good for a boy like Dick Grayson to go out in public with a scar across his throat and no explanation provided for it. He lifted his hand and tentatively ran his fingers across the bandages around his throat that M'gann must have applied while he slept. He ran his fingers back and forth across them in a smooth pattern, succumbing to another sleep with no dreams, but that had in it a maniacal laughter that rang so loud the one laughing could have been sitting right next to him.