"Robin?" Robin? What's a Robin? Head spinny. Go back to sleep.

"Robin? Robin please wake up!" This sentiment was repeated by a variety of voices. The noise made the head hurt worse, and what was it, this place in the middle, ah, chest, that hurt too. Hurt like a bitch. Might as well open eyes, then the voices might be quieter.

As his eyes opened, the various blurs of silver-blue, yellow, and green resolved themselves into people. Recognition jolted him back, restoring memory of the recent events. Starfire's head exploding- "STARFIRE! Is she…Starfire! What-"

"Starfire's fine," Beast Boy said.

"I want to see Starfire now!" he said angrily, banging his hands like a wailing infant. He was still more than a little groggy from the spell and the new tarantula venom-based pain killer.

"Hello Robin, are you well? " Starfire had come in, wearing a large, cumbersome-looking hat.

"Starfire! You're okay!"

"That's what I said dude," Beast Boy said a little sullenly.

"New haircut?" Robin asked, noticing that her bright orange locks where invisible from here.

"Well, it was during the battle," she said sheepishly, and then removed the hat. Behind and above her face their was an empty gap, a curved area of raw, pumkin-colored sinew where here cranium had been blown out. Robin stared for a few moments, then screamed. "AAAAH! AAAAAAAH! AAAAAAHHH! OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD! AAAHHH! HOLY GREMPLORK! AAAAAAAAAAAA-mph" he said as Starfire clamped her hand on his mouth.

"Please friend Robin, do not distress." A burly nurse named Olga came in. With a sadistic grin, she drove a syringe into his arm, and he knew no more.

"Uuggh," Robin said. His head swirled for a while.

"Easy Robin, be calm." Starfire was wearing a ten-gallon hat now. "Allow me to explain."

"Bluh?" he said, still a little numb in the mouth from the pain-killers.

"Tameranians have no central nervous system. Our head is mainly a center for vision and biting, combined with a vestigial telepathic lobe. Our brain structure is a highly developed nerve stem spread throughout the body. The same is done with our circulatory system. As a result, a Tameranian can be hit in the head hard or even decapitated with minor damage, and the member regrows within a few days."

Robin took nearly half an hour to assimilate this information in his befuddled state. This source of distress resolved, he turned to frown at Cyborg. "You're not tiny any more."

"I got better," he said in a weak mock British accent. After a short pause,

"Really, I did. The spell just wore off after a few hours."

"That's good to hear," Robin said. "What happened to the Mad Antimarion?"

"You won't believe this," Beast Boy said, "But some rent-a-cop shot him and he passed out from blood loss! He's still alive and stable, but he shouldn't be casting any more spells for a long time. The police were actually smart enough to tie up his hands and fingers and duct tape his mouth shut. I dunno how they're going to interrogate him though."

"That's good to hear…I think," Robin replied.

Olga came back in and, without preamble or explanation, impaled Robin's arm with a dagger-like syringe.
"When will I be released?" Robin said, frowning with displeasure but maintaining the self-control not to cry out.

"Doctor has already checked you out. You is free to go."