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Robin rubbed the blood away from his nose and tried to ignore the nausea. He couldn't help shivering. He remembered when Rowan's nose and mouth began to bleed. She had been in so much pain; he could feel every bit of it from their connection as werewolves.

I'm going to die just like her. Dick felt…afraid. But he refused to show it. He wasn't trained to show this kind of fear. Besides, he'd accepted his death easily; he just wished it would be quicker and not as prolonged as it had already been, and going to be.

Dying itself wasn't scary; it was just a long prolonged death that was.

"Robin?"

He spun around, alarmed at the new voice, and trying to ignore the splitting pains in his head, to see Wally. Immediately, he relaxed, unaware of the ambush that the team had planned for him. An ambush he certainly wouldn't be able to do anything about, considering his sickness and the fact that the team had taken precautions, having rope, duck tape, cloth, and chloroform ready to drug and restrain Robin with.

"Hey, Wally," he said. "How are you?"

"I'm good," Wally said, cautiously, staring at Robin in a strange way, as if he was planning something. Looking the younger boy up and down, he asked, "How are you?"

"I'm fine," Robin lied, his voice a little husky. He coughed into his elbow, tasting blood.

Oh, Doamne, Robin thought. Oh, God.

He was starting to bleed out the mouth too.

"You're lying," Wally said.

"What?" Robin looked up at him, his eyes bleary and a little unfocused behind the sunglasses, but Wally didn't know that. There were a lot of things about Robin that Wally didn't know.

"Rob, if you just talk to me now, we can avoid a lot of things I can do to make you talk to me, that you probably won't like," he said.

"Wally, what are you talking about? Nothing is wrong," Robin said.

Wally sighed. "I'm sorry," he said, "but this is for your own good."

Robin opened his mouth to speak again, when a hand clamped down on it, along with a cloth covered in chloroform.

Robin struggled, but he could tell by the strength that it was Superboy who had him in this lock. Robin was resistant to drugs, so it took a total of about seven minutes to finally knock him out, but when he did finally lose consciousness, he slumped down into Superboy's arms, oblivious to his team beginning to tie him up.

Robin plunged out of a dream full of howling wolves all with blood leaking from the corners of their mouths and noses, dropping dead along the ground, one after another, like flies.

He jerked awake, only to find he couldn't see anything. He began to panic at first, but then he felt the cloth over his eyes, the one in his mouth, and the ropes binding him.

And he remembered the team kidnapping him.

Under normal circumstances, Robin would be able to use escapology to get out of this fairly quickly. He'd been in worse fixes before, but his head was pounding as if there were hammers banging against his skull over and over again, reminding him of one time when the Joker had grabbed hold of him and taken a crowbar to his chest and skull.

All he could do right now was struggle futilely, trying to concentrate.

He jumped when he felt the warm hand wrap around his shoulder. "Easy there, Rob," Wally said. "We're trying to help."

You call this helping? Robin longed to say, but he couldn't with the gag in his mouth.

"We're holding an intervention," Wally continued. "We know you're sick. If you weren't, you would've gotten out of those ropes by now."

And, how do you expect me to respond…? Robin felt his wolf instinct pushing him to growl, or to try and flee, but he could do neither.

"We tried to get Roy to come by and help us with our intervention, but we couldn't get a hold of him," Wally continued. "The point is, we're worried about you. Can't you just talk to us?"

"No, I can't," Robin tried to say, but it came out muffled.

"Oh, right, sorry," Wally, said. Robin could practically hear Wally blushing, turning his pale, freckled face scarlet.

"How'd you expect him to talk if he's gagged, Kid Mouth?" Robin heard Artemis ask in annoyance. She was always looking for reasons to insult Wally.

"Hey, it was Supes idea to gag him, not mine," Wally said.

"Don't blame Superboy!" M'gann said, coming to her boyfriend's defense.

Robin began to test his roped while the team argued. If he could just get out of them…

He coughed, though it was muffled. There was blood though, flowing up into his mouth.

Oh God… Robin began to choke on the metallic, crimson liquid. He had been perfectly ready to die, just not like this. Sure he knew the mix of the fever and the blood would kill him eventually, thanks to the wolf toxins, but he hadn't expected it to suffocate him on the couch next to his best friends!

If Robin were a normal person, he would've started to panic as he found himself unable to breathe. But Robin was trained by Batman; he was used to these kinds of situations. The only reason he really continued to struggle was because he didn't want his friends to stop arguing and find a dead body on the couch next to them.

Apparently, the team had heard his muffled choking, because they stopped arguing.

"What's wrong, Robin?" he heard Miss M ask. "Wally, take the gag off him please, and the blindfold; I don't think he's going anywhere."

"Of course, sweetness," Wally said, proceeding to do what M'gann asked.

If Robin weren't sick and coughing up blood, he would've laughed at his friend's attempt to flirt with M'gann.

His blindfold was removed first, and if his mask still weren't in place, it would have revealed feverish blue eyes. The gag was removed second, and Robin heard Miss Martian scream as he began to cough the blood up.

Between coughs, he breathed, taking in the oxygen the blood and gag had prevented him from getting.

"Oh my God, call Batman!" he heard Artemis yell.

"No!' Robin shrieked, his bound body falling off the couch, still coughing. "Don't tell him."

"Robin, my friend, you need medical attention," Kaldur said, his voice incredibly alarmed for the normally calm Atlantian.

"I don't want him to see me like this…" Robin slurred his words a little.

"He's delirious, Wally-"

"On it!" the speedster yelled, gone in a flash. Moments later Wally was back. At some point, he pulled Robin up into a hug, holding his little brother close, until the Dark Knight arrived.

AN: Well, what'd you think? Good? Bad? I really would like your input.

Well, next chapter, Batman is going to have to do what happened at the end of Linger for Robin, so, our little bird's going to be turned back into a wolf. How it'll work will all be explained, but those of you who have read Wolves of Mercy Falls and have read book two, Linger, will know exactly what I am talking about, and the Team will finally understand about the wolf toxins and what was really going on the whole time Robin was sick.

Beware, there will be Daddy!Bats

-DragonsintheMoonlight