Summary: A very badly injured (but recovering) Robin appears at Young Justice one afternoon with Batman and the team is shocked to see him in such a condition. Batman leaves him with them and they try to find what happened. But Robin, no matter how they bug him, refuses to say a thing. What exactly happened? And why has Robin become so withdrawn and why does he seem constantly on his guard?

Disclaimer: Don't own anything but the story._.

Warning: Awkward sentence structures, possible grammatical mistakes, shameless whump, angst and h/c. Oh and bits of fluff and humor sprinkled about.

Un-betaed, so there may be some mistakes here and there, sorry:/

Note: Set in the first season, before the time-skip

Read if you dare!

Tension was building in the room. Wally was just trying his best to hold it in and not to choke and suffocate.

Three mornings after Robin came to the Mountain, a call came in for the Team to deal with a disturbance in the central area of Happy Harbour. It would've been fine, had it not been for Conner (that festering bumbling baboon, Wally cursed) who insisted someone stayed behind with Robin.

The metahuman seemed to have become extremely attached to the little bird boy, sticking to him every single moment of the day. And by every single moment of the day he really meant Every. Single. Moment. He was like something of the kid's own personal nanny. Wally thought about the he would say to Robin, just to piss him off about having a new shadow, and laughed.

Then he remembered that they weren't talking.

Now, they were stuck (not really, but it sure felt like it) in the TV room, staring at the sitcom (some lame show with stupid canned laughter) with growing disinterest. They had both been 'invited' by M'gann to watch her new favourite show on TV while they were away and quote, just have fun.

In truth, Wally had been glared into submission by Conner (who was also very accommodating towards the female Martian, dammit) and Robin was just bodily lifted from his chair and deposited.

"This is dumb." He jumped slightly at Robin's sudden comment. The boy was scowling at the screen, eyebrows furrowed behind the shades.

"Um...Yeah, yeah it is." He stuttered slightly. "I think it'll be better if we watched something else."

"Hmm... pass the remote." Wally stuck it out and Robin leaned over stiffly to receive it. Clicking the buttons rapidly, he surfed the channels and landed on a cooking show, where the woman was teaching them how to bake a strawberry sponge cake. He felt his mouth start to water.

Food.

Shaking his head to clear his mind before thoughts of food engulfed it, Wally cleared his throat, stealing a glance at Robin.

He almost jumped when he saw that the kid was staring expectantly.

"So..." he said, casting the word it into the non-existent sea of conversation.

"Um…"

"Are you still angry?" Robin interrupted.

The question startled him, but slight tinge of guilt followed after the shock. He should be asking that question, not the other way round.

"Nah, way over that." He brushed it off as nonchalantly as possible. Robin's eyebrow arched.

"What?"

"Ah… nothing," His friend gave a small huff, tilting his head back so that it touched the backrest of the couch. Wally could see his eyes from the side of his sunglasses, they were a deep blue, turbulent and thoughtful. He continued, "I'm sorry for shouting all that crap at you. I was just... frustrated about something."

Wally floundered a little before answering, "Wait, don't— why are you apologizing!"

All he got was a strange stare. Wally tried to reiterate, "I mean, I'm the one in the wrong, I should be apologizing, not— never mind."

They didn't say anything for a while, then Wally broke through the silence.

"Hey, um, Dick?" the boy's lip twitched slightly at the mention of his real name.

"Hmm?"

"Are you okay?"

"Uh... why?"

"Cause yesterday, Miss M came to me after dinner and asked me to talk to you. She said you were a little... weird, and—" he stopped, not sure how to continue.

"I'm fine." Came a curt answer.

"What?"

"It's nothing. I was just really tired. Lots of stuff on my mind"

Wally raised an eyebrow, "Are you sure?"

"Yeah, it's really not important, it's nothing." Robin said, before muttering so softly Wally barely heard it, "Nothing but another memory now."

The speedster felt uncomfortable at the last statement, not sure whether he should have heard it.

"Anyway… if you got problems, you know I'm right here, right?"

Robin gave a snort,"Right."

"You don't sound convinced."

"I am. I have complete and utter faith in you, Kid Idiot."

"... I'm not sure if I'm supposed to be offended or pleased." His sceptical tone wrung a grin out of Robin. He lifted his head to sit up straighter and take a glance at the TV; Wally saw him wince horribly.

"You okay? Is it time for your meds?"

"Yeah, I think so. Stupid, stupid ribs." Robin complained, stretching his lips up into a weary smile that didn't reach his eyes. His best friend frowned and disappeared with a gust of wind, returning a few seconds later with his arms full with medicine bottles.

The youngest fell into a heap of giggles, clutching his side. Wally grinned.

"Which one?"

"Blue" Robin gasped slightly. He got a hold of himself and leaned back onto the sofa cushions, exhausted but smirking. "Gimme 3 tablets from that blue bottle."

"Rob, the bottle says 1 tablet for children, are you sure...?"

"What're you trying to say?"

"That you're a kid— hey, what—"

"Give it to me!"

"Oi! I'm not going to, Robbie—Ow! Hey, if we fall of this couch and you re-break something, Bats will kill me!"

"Yeah, well do I look like I care? Give 'em to me, KF!"

xxxxx

Hours later, the team returned to the endearing sight of two teenagers slumped in a heap against the sofa, fast asleep in a pile of prescription bottles and with the television blaring shampoo commercials.

A/N: Meh, not all that happy with this chapter…but I just thought everyone needed some cheering up after first few chapters. Ah well.

Anyway, if anyone's been paying attention, I'm sort of telling each chapter of the story from a different member's point of view. Just an interesting little fact, not anything important anyway:)

OMG I'M LIKE AMAZED AT MY FAIL. OK EVERYONE BYE /hides

(Why do I get this feeling that I'm talking incoherently? Asdfghjkl;)

ANYWAY REPLIES:

Nightingale:

Hey again:D I wish I could reply you sooner but you don't have an account so I can't pm you so yeah, I just have to stick to this really awkward manner of replying (random blabbering)

HAHA that's what I do with my homework too! Except I put them off until the last minute then end up doing them during lunch periods and recess

Thanks:D

Guest! (Who reviewed chapter 3 on 300612) this is so awkward. UGH.

YO! Heehee nah, if he was dying I'd had warned everyone! I don't usually kill off my characters anyway, I just get them beat up and torture them /shot for being sadistic

Thanks for reading and loving it:D Seeya around~

I would like to take this time to thank all you lovely readers for following and staying with me through this story. Your comments make me so happy and you have no idea how much inspiration and motivation you give me to continue writing. Even if you don't say anything, I'm okay with that, I just hope you enjoy my story hahahahahahaha

(this squishy little rant came out of nowhere, sorry everybody OTL)

(This has been a really weird A/N. idk why.)

(Ok imma shuddup now :X)