Disclaimer- Yeah, I totally own YJ which is why every season is about a different spin on Robin's past. ( Lie!)

I'm sorry about not updating sooner but life happened and time went by really fast! It's a school night but I really need to update. My brain is going crazy from all the future chapters I'm thinking about.

Chapter 3

While Dick and his classmates had been subjected to listening to a manipulative robot, everyone else on Earth was experiencing the same thing. Whether the robot was speaking English, Spanish, French or any other language depended on what language your household, school or country spoke. Besides that, everyone had a robot that was trying to convince them that the Justice League was hiding something or something along those lines (such as they're liars, blah, blah, blah). No one knew what to do or what to say. It was just so bizarre! A robot had literally come from their televisions! If you didn't have a television, the robot would just pull itself out of thin air!

How the heck are people supposed to deal with that?

Scream? Cry? Pepper it with questions? Wait for it to finally rip your throat out? Call the news people?

Well, someone must have been brave enough to go with that last option because it was all over the news, showing clips of the robots that people had taken with shaking hands. There were even some clips that schools frantically sent in so that maybe someone would recognize who these robots were and how to stop them.

Big mistake.

The panic-stricken teachers, principals, CEOs and other people didn't even realize what some of their videos contained. They didn't have a clue what secrets were lying in wait inside the data they had sent in. They had no idea that the robots had wanted this to happen so that something would come into the light of day.

The identities of superheroes.

But surely no one would believe these videos, right? After all, people take bogus videos and label them as truth all the time. Yes, there would be some people who would instantly believe the videos but some people had more sense. Those were the people that the robots had to convince. They knew this and so . . . They did the one thing that most villains liked to do.

They took over the news stations.

Cliché, I know. What villain hadn't done that already? But the robots and their superiors had thought that it was a wonderful idea, too eager to destroy the world's trust in the Justice League. It would be almost too easy to flash some videos involving the revealing of superheroes' secret identities.

All they had to do was broadcast it.

_Wayne Enterprises, Bruce's POV_

When the Jedi-like robot had traveled into Bruce's meeting room from the television, Bruce had been slammed with a feeling of dread. He couldn't explain where it had come from or what it meant but he just knew that this would change his life. Bruce's façade of being his playboy self hadn't wavered for a minute as the robot began to speak, his red eyes flashing. Bruce knew he had to stay in Bruce Wayne mode until he was sure it was safe to shift into Batman mode. He couldn't risk his secret identity and Dick's safety based upon a feeling.

That would be idiotic and thoughtless . . . Much like Superman's way of thinking.

"You're probably wondering why I'm here."

The way the robot spoke English was human-like and far from Red Tornado's robotic version of English. It was very strange since the thing's appearance suggested robot. Maybe it was a cyborg or had this conversation recorded from its leader. Perhaps it was merely armor and there was a human inside acting like a robot.

" . . . really trust them? After all, they hide behind masks and brand themselves with false names to be called by. There is no telling what they truly do in that station of theirs."

Bruce silently cursed at the thing's words and how it was casting the Justice League into a shadow of mistrust. Was it this being's purpose to make the world no longer trust the Justice League? Or was its intent more sinister? Did it plan on getting rid of the Justice League?

It was times like this that Bruce really hated being outside the loop.

" . . . ask me. Why don't you question Bruce Wayne? After all, he's the Dark Knight or as most people call him, Batman-"

He couldn't believe the words that the robot had unleashed into the air. Bruce just couldn't believe that the robot had actually figured it out as he swiftly escaped the meeting room before questions could be fired. He knew that if he denied it and the robot proved him wrong, his action would prove that heroes were liars (even though they only lie about their identities . . . and some other things). That would not help the Justice League's case or Young Justice's-

Dick!

Bruce wanted to smack himself for not considering that there's more than one robot as he slipped into his office to escape his building. It hadn't occurred to him that maybe this was going on all over the world. Of course, he had no proof to suggest that but it didn't matter. It was better to overestimate your enemy than to underestimate.

If they've touched a single hair on his head, I'll skip informing the Justice League and take out the source myself.

Once Bruce was being teleported to his cave, he grabbed his utility belt out of his pocket and pressed down on the bat buckle. He absentmindedly noticed that Alfred was at the Bat Computer and pulling up the news as he waited for Dick to answer. Dick had to answer. If something happened to him again, Bruce would never forgive himself . . . Never.

Come on, Dick . . . Pick up! This is no time to have misplaced your belt!

Bruce could barely get himself to breathe as he waited to hear Dick's voice. All he could think about was how the last time it had taken Dick this long to answer, that had happened. He could only see Dick's small body hanging in his arms as blood dripped from Dick's back, marking each second of Bruce's fear spiking upward. He could only hear Dick's strangled breathing and the pounding of his own pulse in his ears, reminding him of who should have been in Dick's place.

Only a soft whisper managed to drag Bruce out of his memory.

"So . . . What's up, Bruce?"

A/N- I'm aware that it was kind of cruel to end it there but hey, I could have let you think that something had happened to Dick until next chapter. I had planned on that but decided against it. After all, I haven't updated since 11-9-12 . . . This was published on 1-7-13 with the length of 1,181 words.