I'm back.

First off, I'd like to apologise for not posting anything BECAUSE THERE WAS NO INTERNET ASDFGHJKL; seriously, I was up in the freaking mountains-,-

Secondly, I would also like to apologise for the previous two chapters, I know they're really dissatisfying, I find them dissatisfying too, I mean, we all want some Robin whumpage right? /shotdead

Sorry, I just got back an hour ago, everything is rushing into me now, a million responsibilities to handle and yeah, I hope you'll like whatever this is.

Thank you to all the readers I have left, ilu all for sticking to this. Give me a shoutout if you're still reading this story. Idk, I'm just a little lonely right now~

Disclaimer: Don't own anything but the story

Warnings: GRAMMATICAL ERRORS AND SPELLING MISTAKES. EVERYWHERE. And definite OOCness. I really can't write in Robin's POV:((

Read if you dare!

One moment, he was floating about in a pool of blackness, minding his own business, the next, there was annoying beeping noise and his entire body felt like it had been run over by a truck. An impending headache pounded numbly at the base of his skull. There was something like a tube under his nose; it made breathing grossly uncomfortable.

Robin kept his eyes closed, hoping he would sink back into the darkness—

Wally's loud voice came in.

"... Look! The moon! Hey guys, did you know that—"

"The moon has a circumference of 10 921 km—" came a grunt. Conner.

"A mean radius of 1737.10 km—" M'gann piped up.

"And weighs approximately 7.3477 × 1022, we know already, Kid Idiot, you've repeated yourself about 10 000 times." Finished Artemis with a small sigh. He couldn't help but smile inwardly at his teammates' tones.

"Well, that was harsh. You could've just said so-"

"They did, Walls. For the last 9 999 times." Robin replied, opening his eyes. His voice was all scratchy and weird-tasting from disuse. Everyone, except Wally turned towards him sharply. The shocked expressions on their faces were hilarious, almost comical.

"Since when? I thought- OH MY GOD, ROBIN." They were all at his bedside in an instant.

He gave a small grin and opened his mouth to speak but his throat constricted and he began to cough. He saw Wally wince horribly at the sound.

"Dude..." Robin tried his hardest to keep a straight face as he hacked but the most horrible feeling was seizing his chest. It felt like someone squeezing the very air out of his lungs and he couldn't breathe. His head throbbed and everything spun. One of the machines hissed and gurgled.

There were sounds of frantic shuffling and scraping, and he felt the bed whirr and vibrate, inclining him to a sitting position. A hand pressed itself on his chest.

"Robin. Robin, open up." Artemis.

The ice chips melted and trickled down his irritated throat as it was spooned into his mouth. He swallowed gratefully and the fog in his mind cleared. His body ached something awful. He blinked and his vision focused just in time to see his friends peering worriedly into his face. The machine hissed in the silence, but at least it wasn't gurgling anymore.

"Dude, don't you ever scare us like that again! Seriously!" Wally sounded furious.

"Why Wally, Is that concern I hear in that wheezy little voice of yours? How disturbing." he teased. This wrung out a grin from everyone, even Wally. The tension eased a little.

His arms and legs were all heavy and his fingers and toes were numb. It felt like something was pressing down on him, holding him down.

Strange.

"Hey, why can't I—"

"They strapped you to the bed as a precaution. Look, we can remove them for you…" Wally, who was somehow sitting on the bed, got off and Kaldur one-handedly (his other hand was all bandaged and in a sling. Robin made a mental note to ask why afterwards,) lifted the blanket which was pulled all the way up to his chest. He felt his eyes widen slightly at the amount of bandages layered on his torso.

"Yeah, you're pretty... banged up." Commented Artemis a little icily. The short answer cut off space for any other conversation. Robin felt extremely uncomfortable under their unrelenting gazes. He squirmed.

The harsh sound of Velcro filled the room and the straps came off. The pressure on his limbs eased and the blanket was replaced. He shifted carefully, making sure he didn't jar his injuries. It felt good to be released from the bonds.

All of a sudden, Robin became abruptly aware of how quiet his friends have become.

He raised his eyes to meet five pairs of serious silver, brown, blue, green and amber eyes.

Then Wally broke the silence, voice tight-strung and a little agitated-sounding. "Why do you always have to run off like that, Rob?" Robin wasn't sure how to respond, so he just kept mum.

"That was so dumb and completely immature of you. I swear to god, you really act like such a kid sometimes. "

"Well," he had to defend himself, or at least try, "I…"

"Do not try to make excuses for your actions, Robin," Kaldur interjected, expression severe. "You were really out of line this time."

"Guys, calm down, I was just trying to help—" The team was acting really weird. Their answers were falling upon one another neatly, overlapping—

Conner said, a little rigidly, "Do you have any idea how scared stiff and worried we were? What were you thinking, taking on the Joker on your own like that?"

"..."

Then it clicked and he groaned inwardly. They planned this conversation. Trust the team to hatch a plan to gang up on him while he was being all la-di-da in Anaesthesia Land.

Robin sighed in exasperation. Needles of discomfort prickled in his chest. "I wasn't thinking about anything; I just followed my gut instinct."

"Well, maybe you should stop following your gut instinct." Mumbled M'gann, her brow slightly furrowed. Robin felt sorry for making them worry but this didn't stop him from defending himself.

"Why should I—"

"Look, Rob, gut instincts don't always work out." Wally's voice went up a decibel. Yeap, definitely agitated. The others looked a little confused, like the conversation wasn't going in the direction which they had predicted it would.

"See where it got you, Rob; they let you up the JLA headquarters, man! And you know the bosses, they're always like, No, you all can't go up, because it's strictly for official Leaguers, blahblahblah and all it took was for you to get all busted up and Bam! You're up here in space. Space, dude, SPACE! Do you even comprehend how absolutely whelming and how screwed that is?"

"Woah. Slow down, Twinkle-Toes. I didn't ask to be up here!" Robin replied indignantly.

"If you would just follow your instinct less, maybe this kind of shit wouldn't have happened! There is something called strategy and planning, you know. Maybe you'd like to look into that."

He couldn't help but scowl now. Everything hurt, his head was aching, he felt like ripping out the stupid tube shoved down his windpipe and he was pissed at their attacks, "I do plan, just that I was just a little—"

"Distracted? Confused?" Kaldur finished quietly. Artemis snorted and arched an eyebrow.

"You aren't the only observant one, Robin. You were awfully off your game, we could tell. What was wrong? Did Joker—"

"It has nothing to do with Joker." He shot back sharply. This conversation was starting to turn personal. It was one thing to tolerate Wally's nonsense and smart comments, but another entirely to talk about his distaste for circuses.

"Sorry, but I'd… I'd rather not go there." He heard himself say a little oddly. Artemis looked taken aback by his curt rebuttal. Robin knew she was just being concerned, and he appreciated that, but this was where he was going to draw the line. He couldn't do it. He couldn't tell them the truth. They'll just have to survive without an explanation for his behaviour. Wally sneaked a concerned peek at his expressionless face.

The silence in the room seemed to echo on for hours. The EKG beeped meekly and the ventilator hissed again(he could recognise the machines now).

"So, um…" Robin shifted against his pillows, trying to find a more comfortable for his throbbing leg, his throbbing shoulder, his throbbing everything. They may have won the fight against Joker, but his body was so not feeling the aster.

"What happened while I was out?"

"Dude, I'm so glad you finally asked!" Everyone let Wally rattle off for a while about how he zoomed in, how he tackled Joker and how he saved the day. It was great fun, even if the red-head was doing it on purpose. Then Kaldur, as usual, came in with the factually accurate and more realistic explanation.

"Red Arrow scampered just before the Bats came." Informed Wally, the annoying chatterbox. "He said there was some villainy person or something in Star. Either way, he had to bail. He really saved our hides this time, though, we could have all been hurt worse it he wasn't there." At this Wally gave a sheepish grin and tugged up his pants to show Robin the bandage around his thigh.

"Stupid flag nicked an artery. Black Canary made me get an IV of icky procoagulants and blood. And to think I was bloody bleeding all over the place, wondering why it didn't heal. Megs got a scratch on her leg and the zombies shredded Supey's shirt, again." Conner gave a small growl, but they could tell he wasn't really all that mad.

"Arty got a bunch of awesome— I mean, nasty bruises on her, eh, pretty face. Don't worry, beautiful, it shouldn't scar too badly." Artemis balled up her fists and gave him a murderous look that said 'Give me a thousand reasons why I shouldn't smash your face in'. Wally didn't seem to notice and just continued on.

"And Kaldur busted his shoulder too, like you, Rob. Busted Buddies! I hope the knife wasn't rusty, Kal. You could catch the cooties."

At this, Artemis gave a laugh while Kaldur raised an eyebrow. He clicked his tongue and attempted to smack Wally with his hand cast. The speedster managed to duck, grinning from ear to ear in his completely obnoxious, endearing manner.

"That isn't even medically correct, Kid idiot. And you're supposed to be the science genius—"

"Scoff all you want, boy. You're just jealous. Anyway, you were the worst off, obviously. Don't see any of us strapped to a bed, do ya'? A concussion, a fractured kneecap, broken arm and 4 broken ribs," Wally flicked at his fingers as he counted down the list. "A dislocated right shoulder, pneumothorax and bruises, dude. Everywhere. You're so damn clumsy, Boy Blunder."

The raven-haired boy shrugged and immediately regretted it when his bad shoulder feed-backed painfully. He flinched.

This caused instantaneous reactions; Conner made a low noise and Kaldur stood immediately. Wally leaned over anxiously and Artemis' hand was suddenly hovering dangerously close to the call button.

"Wait, calm down. I'm fine." He managed to grit out as his arm pulsed with a red pain, "Just a moment of forgetfulness."

They didn't look convinced. As the pain drained away, he gave a small grimace at the renewed soreness in his shoulder.

"Don't ever, ever pull that kind of stupid stunt on us again." Conner's voice interrupted his thoughts. Robin looked up. The Kryptonian's eyes were ice-blue and his mouth pressed in a short, firm line.

Robin smiled a little tiredly. "I promise, I won't do that again. Never ever." This put a smile back on everyone's faces.

They continued to talk and the next thing he knew, the world was sliding out of focus and the faces of his friends were slanting. A pair of hands suddenly pressed on his torso, supporting him.

"You okay, Robs?" Wally's voice probed his fuzzy ears. Everything was still spinning and a strange ringing accosted his ears. Suddenly it seemed as if the air in the room had run out.

With all the strength that he had left, Robin tried to smirk. "I'm fine, just a little woozy."

"You should've told us you were tired." M'gann said quietly. He pulled himself together and shot her an apologetic look.

"Yeah—"

"Rest, Robin. We'll be right here." Kaldur coaxed, taking a seat on an armchair on the left side of the bed. Artemis sat down and clicked on the television as M'gann and Conner returned to the small sofa by the window.

"Hey, move over…" Wally swung his legs onto the bed, careful not to disturb all the wires and tubes.

"What're you doing?"

"Sitting with you, of course!" Wally crossed his arms behind his neck, eyes glued onto Spongebob, who was romping across the plasma screen. He rolled his eyes and leaned back against the pillows.

Later, long after the show had ended and when everyone was either dozing off or asleep, Robin spoke out softly. "Guys?"

"Mm?" Wally grunted and opened one eye blearily. Kaldur and Artemis were long gone and M'gann's head was lolling on Conner's shoulder.

"Thank you."

"Anytime, Rob." Murmured Wally, a grin curving his features.

"Anytime."

A/N: BROMANCE! Sorry for the lack of attention on everyone except Robin and Wally. I love those two kids too much. There'll be another view of this chapter, except in M'gann's POV this time so it should be more... impartial?

Ok I'm just going to... disappear... now... /hides

Ps: The last chapter will be out tomorrow, if that makes anyone feel better:)