Hello my awesome readers! I'm so sorry for another long wait. It's been really hard to update the past two months! Thanks so much for so many reviews! They are quite encouraging and motivational. ;) Just a warning- there will be quite a lot of dialogue in this chapter because Batman and the team will be discussing Robin's current... Predicament. ;)

Wally West swam in the cool, blue, ocean to try and distract himself from worrying about Robin while the rest of the team cooked hot dogs under the warm sun. Wally hadn't been there when the Boy Wonder left, but from what Kaldur had said it was pretty scary. But the Speedster was also concerned about why Robin hadn't said anything. Not even to him, his best friend! Did Robin not trust him? Or did he not trust the Team? Or maybe he was scared to tell Batman becau-

"Wally! We're eating, come on!" The Speedster was brought back to reality when he heard Megan calling his name. He got out of the cool water and sped off towards the precious food.

"Hungry, Wally?" The Martian said, a half-smile on her face. Wally could tell she-along with everyone else- was still shaken up.

The Speedster gladly took the food and began stuffing it in his mouth. An awkward silence fell over the heroes as they ate.

Right before Wally thought he was going to explode from no one talking, Conner spoke up.

"We can't just pretend like nothing happened to Robin," he stated clearly. "Maybe instead of sitting here being sad, we could do something about it."

At this, Wally decided to interject. "Well we would, but Batman and Black Canary don't want us to get involved."

Artemis laughed. "Ha! And it's so like us to follow orders. Out of all people, Wally, you'd probably be the one to say we should do something without permission."

The Speedster just stared blankly at the ground. He wanted to help, but he didn't know where to start.

'I'm no detective,' he thought. That's why we need Robin.'

"We are Robin's teammates," Kaldur said. "If we want to help him, it should be our choice."

"Come on, Wally. He's your best friend," the Archer said.

Wally looked up and nodded. He would do something. He just needed somewhere to start.

*Meanwhile at Wayne Manor*

Dick woke up to nice, warm, sunlight streaming through his bedroom window. It would've been an awesome way to wake up if he didn't feel like crap. Groaning, the Boy Wonder attempted to sit up, but even the slight sound immediately caught his foster father's attention. Bruce ran in, almost scaring Dick out of his bed. He could tell Bruce hadn't gotten much-or any- sleep the previous night because of the dark circles underneath his brown eyes.

"Richard, are you alright? I heard you from outside and I thought maybe-"

Dick smiled and held up his hand. "Don't worry. I was just attempting to sit up, that's all."

Bruce looked down at the covers on his bed. "We have some serious things to talk about, son."

'Oh, great. Now he's going to give me a ten minute lecture on trust or something...' the Boy Wonder thought, trying not to roll his eyes. But when he looked back towards his foster father, his attitude changed immediately. Bruce looked... Worried. Dick had learned that whenever the Dark Knight was troubled, all of Gotham should be too.

"Bruce- what is it?" he asked, trying not to show the fear in his own voice. "You have that look on your face."

The billionaire sighed. "How are you feeling?"

Dick gave Bruce a confused look. 'I feel like I could pass out any second,' he thought to himself.

"Fine."

"This is serious, Richard. Tell me the truth."

Dick decided there was really no point in lying; he was already in trouble for that anyways. "Fine. I feel terrible. I'm freezing, my entire body aches like I have a fever, my side burns bad enough that I could pass out right now, and I feel like throwing up. I don't know how much more honest I can get."

Bruce sat on the bed. "Well, now it's my turn to be honest," he said. "You do have a fever, your side burns because it's seriously infected, and I'm surprised you haven't passed out by now, and the reason your body aches and why you feel like throwing up is because..." Bruce stopped short, his eyes becoming dark and sad.

"Because?" the Boy Wonder urged him on.

"Because you've been poisoned. And we can't find an antidote."

"So where do we start?" Wally asked his teammates. "Because I have no idea."

Their leader thought in silence for a while. Where did they start? They could start by trying to get information from the robbers themselves, but he felt there was something behind the six men they had faced off a few nights beforehand. Maybe- just maybe- if they asked Batman if they could help, he could give them a better place to start.

"Perhaps we should ask Batman if we can help. He knows more about what is going on than any of us," Kaldur said.

"But that's just the thing," Artemis nearly yelled. "How do we know if there is anything going on? Maybe Robin's wound is just infected from not being properly taken care of. Maybe he just needs to sleep it off. We have no other choice but to ask Batman what's going on."

The young heroes glanced at each other. Wally sighed. "I'll contact Batman."

"I was poisoned?"

Richard John Grayson had never, not once in his life even as his hero persona, Robin, been poisoned by your average, every day burglar. Since when did people start carrying knives with poison on them anyways? It was too weird to be true.

"Yes," Bruce said back. "That's why this injury has been causing so much trouble. Alfred and I are trying to make our own antidote for it."

Dick just started at him in shock. Now that he really knew how severe the wound really was, he felt extremely guilty for not telling anyone.

And then he remembered- he remembered the liquid that he assumed was his own blood on the knife- must have really been the poison. But that just lead him back to his first question- why would a robber have a poisonous knife?

"So, if you can't find a cure, then... What will happen?" The Boy Wonder (who was currently not feeling very wonderful) already knew the answer to his own question. He would die if there was no cure.

He could tell his foster father saw the question coming. His expression was no longer sad, but determined.

"We will find an antidote, Richard. I promise."

Dick couldn't say anything to that. He trusted Bruce with his life. After all, that was the reason he had gotten a second chance to live life to its fullest.

The raven-haired boy nodded, a small smile on his face. "I know you'll find a way to save me, dad. You always do."

Wally West was pacing back and forth as he held his cellphone to his ear. He had left the room to talk on the phone so that he wouldn't accidentally give Batman's or Robin's secret I.D's away in front of his teammates. Of course, he had been the brave one and volunteered to call the Dark Knight, but it was also because Robin was his best friend. For him to call was the best decision. The phone rang for a while, and the Speedster was just about to give up when there was a small 'click' and then a man with a British accent answered.

"This is Wayne Manor, how may I help you?"

"Um," Wally said, "This is Wally West. I was wondering if I could talk to-"

Before Wally could finish his sentence, the man that he assumed was the butler Robin talked about all of the time, interrupted. "Oh, yes. I know why you're calling Mr. West, no need to explain yourself. Let me have you talk to...Someone else."

The phone was silent for a moment, and then a deep voice spoke into the phone. "Wally. What is it?"

Wally took a deep breath. "Well, first of all, we wanted to know how Rob is doing. And then..." he paused.

"Yes?" Batman said.

"Um, we wanted to know if we could help in any way."

There was a pause on the other end of the line, and Wally thought maybe the Dark Knight had hung up on him.

But then Batman sighed. "Robin isn't doing so well, to answer your first question and the answer to your second question... I suppose he is your teammate. And I believe you may be able to help. I'll be there in a minute."

Wally smiled, knowing he would be able to help, as he ended the call and ran off to tell his friends.

"Who was that?" a weary Richard asked Bruce as he hung up the phone.

"An extremely concerned friend. Your teammates are awfully worried about you."

Dick hung his head. He couldn't imagine how worried they were- and probably how mad.

"So… What did they say?" he asked, not sure if he wanted to know the answer.

Bruce stood up, looking at Richard. "They're wanted to help me with something, so I'm letting them. Will you be okay if I leave for a little while?'

Dick chuckled. "Ha, I'm chill with that."

His foster father smiled and then left the room, leaving the little bird alone with his thoughts. He was going to ask what they wanted to help with (really, what was there to help with?) but he decided against it. Richard slowly leaned back further into the soft pillows. He didn't realize how exhausted he really was. It felt like there were ten pound weights on his eyelids, and his side was throbbing non-stop. He could definitely stand the pain, (compared to some situations he had had before this was nothing) but it was different this time. He was dying. Even if it didn't exactly feel like it, his life was slowly slipping away and would progressively get worse unless Batman- or anyone for that matter- found an antidote. The Boy Wonder shivered at the thought of losing his life. Then he practically laughed out loud at how pathetic it was to die by a cut.

'I could've at least gone down in an explosion or something...' he thought to himself. 'Wait! Don't think that way. I won't die. Bruce will save me. My friends will save me. I bet the entire Justice League will try and save me… Right?'

The raven haired boy tried not to think about it and get some sleep. Although he was grateful for the rest he desperately needed, he couldn't avoid the nightmares that still engulfed him.

A bright light suddenly appeared in the black abyss Richard had been standing in. And there were two people there- his parents. Running as fast as his legs could carry him, Dick ran towards his parents. He missed them so much, and here they were, standing directly in front of him. The little bird ran into his mother and father's warm embrace, a smile spread across his face. His mother spoke, her voice ringing out as clear as it had been when she was alive.

"We're so proud of you, son. Everything you have done has made us so happy. But you have an incredibly difficult journey ahead of you. Be strong. Be strong for us and for Bruce. He loves you as much as we do, you know."

Richard nodded his head. Of course he knew that. "I'll try my best to stay strong."

His father smiled at him. "We're proud of you. Don't forget that. And don't give up."

Suddenly, there was an explosion, fire surrounding Dick as he tried to shield himself and found he could no longer move. His parents were gone- they had just vanished as soon as the flames appeared. There was a horrible burning sensation, and then everything went black.

Dick bolted up from his bed, cold sweat running down his face. He let out a hiss of pain when his side stung terribly. The Boy Wonder slowly swung his feet over the side of his bed, and then- forgetting how bad his condition was at the moment- tried to get up to wash his face off. As soon as his feet hit the floor, a wave of dizziness overtook him and he stumbled to the ground. He lay on the ground trying to catch his breath, holding his side in hopes that it would help the throbbing.

'I probably looked drunker than a pirate just now,' he thought to himself. Struggling to get on all fours, Dick took deep breaths and attempted to crawl to his bathroom. He found he had no such luck as he stumbled.

'What the heck did that poison do to me?' he thought angrily as he stopped yet again to catch his breath.

He glanced up at his clock, which read 8:32 p.m. He had been asleep for almost two hours, and Bruce still hadn't returned.

'Didn't think he'd be gone this long…'

Richard, using the help of his desk, carefully stood up. But as soon as he was standing straight up, his chest seemed to catch, and he couldn't breathe. Dick tried calling for Alfred, but his voice wasn't working. Falling to the ground (for what seemed like the millionth time that week), he seemed to lose control of his entire body, and his legs felt totally numb. The raven haired boy had time for one last thought before losing consciousness.

'Where are you, Bruce?'

Yeah… Sorry for the incredibly short chapter! The next chapter will have a lot more action in it. And for anyone who doesn't like Robin being hurt, this story isn't for you! Haha, just kidding. ;) Thanks so much for reading! Reviews = MOTIVATION! YEAH! But the next chapter will be a lot more intense. Thanks again! -Nerdgirl112

(P.S.- I'm not the only one who noticed they changed Dick G./Robin to Richard G./Robin, right? Like when you put it what characters you want in the story? Ha, just wondering.)