Disclaimer: If I owned young Justice Robin would be with Superboy, Artemis wouldn't be such a bitch, and M'gann would be a lesbian. J Sadly I don't…

Dreams and thoughts: 'hello'

Speech: "Hello"

Comm:~Hello~

Possessed talk: "Hello"

Signs, Notes, Email & Texts, and other writing: ~Hello~

A/N: THE POLL ON ROBIN'S DEMON EYES IS CLOSED. VOTES WERE AS SUCH:

Blood Red with Night-shine -6

Inky Black with Night-shine-4

Startling white with pinprick pupil with Night-shine-3

Inky Black-1

Pale Sickly yellow with Night-shine-1

Blood Red-0

Pale Sickly yellow-0

Startling white with pinprick pupil-0

THE WINNER IS Blood Red with Night-shine! THANK YOU FOR VOTING!

ALSO, THERE ARE REFERENCE PICTURES OF WHAT I WANT DEMON ROBIN TO LOOK LIKE ON MY PROFILE UNDER THE INSPIRED BY: SECTION, SO PLEASE TAKE A LOOK AT THOSE AND LEAVE A REVIEW ON WHAT YOU THINK. THANKS, Ali-Th3-Ch3shir3-Kat

Chapter Three [I rewrote this chapter after deciding that I really didn't like it the way it was. Please review and tell me if you think it's better. Thank you.]

Three weeks had passed since Robin had given Conner his name and the clone had become very protective of the pregnant boy, only leaving his side for missions(which Robin was banned from due to his delicate condition).He accompanied the teen on every check-up Batman preformed and watched over him every night. They'd ended up setting up a cot in Robin's room for the clone since he slept in there every night anyway.

And that's exactly where the clone was, curled up in his blankets watching as Robin turned fitfully in his sleep. He'd started having nightmares two weeks earlier and hadn't slept well since. Kaldur and M'gann had attempted to talk with him about them(as had Batman), but he'd simply said he was fine. No one believed him. But they had more important things to deal with so they let it go.

They were looking into ways to stop the pregnancy(abortions apparently were not an option when it came to demon babies) without harming Robin. So far they were coming up empty. Sure they'd found loads of ways to get rid of the demon spawn within the boy, but all of them would kill Robin as well.

It seemed, from what Batman's magic contacts were saying, the demon's life force was connected to Robin's and to destroy one was to destroy the other. The Sidhe bonded with it's parent host, making it harder to get rid of the demonic beast. This didn't mean they'd given up hope of finding a way though. Batman was searching through anyone he could think of to find a person of magic who could help his son. Most were to frightened of Sidhe to even try to help them.

Superboy sighed. They were running out of options very fast. Allowing the creature to be born was unacceptable, but so was killing Robin to destroy it. The question was simple: What was more important? Saving Robin, or stopping a powerful destructive monster from crossing into their plane?

A groan pulled the clone from his thoughts and he turned to check on Robin, who was breathing harshly in his sleep, chest heaving up and down. It looked like he was having a nightmare.

Getting up from his cot Conner moved to sit beside him, gently shaking his shoulder. "Robin.", The teen didn't respond and Conner felt concern rise in his gut.. "Robin, wake up!"

"Rob, you okay, man?", Wally asked as he slung an arm around the younger's shoulders. The speedster helped support him a smile coming onto his face. "Wow. I think you're in labor."

He shook his head, gasping weakly and looked down at his engorged stomach, shock on his face. "W-Why…? How?"

Kaldur looked up from the couch smiling, seeming to understand what the teen was asking. "Relax Robin. It's fine. You're going to be fine."

Suddenly everything a blank and he was screaming wildly, the most intense pain he'd ever felt arching through his body. Sobs filled the air and he felt hot tears running down his face. He felt claws rip through his stomach as something clawed it's way out, tearing through him violently.

Then it was over and he could see the torn up mess that had been his stomach, blood pooling around him. His teammates and Bruce stood by, looking down at him with blood and smiles.

"Don't you want to see your baby Robin?", Bruce asked, handing him a small bundle in a blood flecked blanket.

He looked down at the bundle in his arms and felt his stomach churn as he saw the monstrous creature that had come from his body. Gnarled claws and sharp shark like fangs on a too red body. Skin thick and coarse with black veins running clearly along the skin.

The creature screeched, an unearthly sound echoing in the air, and Robin felt a sob rip from his throat, horror rising within him. The creature clawed out of the blanket and bit down into his shoulder.

"Robin."

Flesh rent from bone as the creature ate at him moving from shoulder to throat, snarling wildly. A wet gurgle left his lips as he struggled in vain, the laughter of his friends and adopted father reaching his ears.

"Robin, wake up!"

The pregnant teen jolted, eyes flashing open and for a moment Conner could swear that Robin was looking right through him to something else, the teens gaze(as far as Conner could tell since he'd worn that damn mask to bed) frighteningly alert for someone having just awoken. His breath coming in heavy gasps he sat up startlingly straight, mere inches between him and Conner.

Then his eyes focused lazily on the clone and, with a shudder, the teen seemed to collapse back into his pillows. His breathing slowed and he frowned, hand instinctively moving to his stomach (in order to reassure himself that he was okay and his stomach was still flat as ever.), only for him to swallow harshly when he realized his stomach didn't feel flat.

He felt bile rise in his throat and he jumped up out of bed, rushing to the bathroom and closing the door. Conner watched after him, concern clear in his gaze. The sound of retching filtered through the door and the clone slowly moved to it, trying the door only to find it locked.

"Robin? Are you alright?"

Inside the bathroom Robin sat, back against the cool tile wall, the vile taste of vomit in his mouth and a slight stinging in his eyes. He'd pulled off his shirt and stared horrified at the slight bulge set between his hips where his flat abs had once been. Where the demon Sidhe now resided.

He looked to the door at the sound of Conner's voice and shakily replied. "I-I'm fine…"

"Are you sure? You sound upset."

"I'm fine Conner. Really."

There was a moment of pause before the older teen tried the door again. "If you're fine then why is the door locked?"

Taking a deep breath Robin stood and moved to the door, unlocking it and opening it as well. He found himself face to face with Conner, who was staring don wide eyed at the younger teens stomach.

"Your stomach…", he said softly.

Robin nodded, realizing he'd forgotten to put his shirt back on. "Yeah. Whelming, right?"

Conner nodded, eying him closely with curiosity. "Can I-?", he gestured at the smaller teen's stomach.

Robin blushed, but nodded. "S-Sure."

Conner carefully put his hand on the other teen's stomach, a look of awe on his face as he ran a hand over the slight bulge. He frowned in confusion.

"It doesn't seem evil."

Robin put a hand on his stomach and tilted his head to the side. Looking down at his stomach he had to admit the clone was right. It didn't seem evil. But it was. He felt strangely calm at the realization that it didn't look evil. He felt a little less scared. Maybe it would be normal? He knew it wouldn't be, but hoping could keep him sane.

He looked up at Conner and sighed when he saw that the older male's attention remained on his stomach.

They stood like that, both teens with a hand on Robin's slightly rounded stomach, staring at it. They were inches apart, both boys caught in the moment. Conner moved closer and suddenly the moment was broken and both boys blushed at their closeness.

Robin coughed and looked away as Conner removed his hand. "It's late. W-We should go back to sleep."

Conner nodded, looking down at his feet. "Yeah. Will you be alright?"

"Huh?"

The clone frowned. "Your nightmares. Will you be okay?"

A nod as Robin climbed back into bed. "Yeah. I think I'll be fine.", the unsaid, because you're here echoing in his mind.

And true to his word Robin slept peacefully the whole night. Not even one nightmare.

The next morning Robin awoke with a pounding headache, the stinging in his eyes having increased to a painful pressure. He rolled over with a groan of pain, cutting out the sunlight from his window and shuddered at the ache the movement caused his head.

A heavy hand fell on his shoulder followed by a deep rumbling voice. "You alright?"

He hissed lightly at the contact. "Fine…just a headache."

"Should I get Black Canary?"

Robin shook his head under the covers. "Nah…I'll just…sleep it off…"

"You sure?"

Another nod, pain arching through his head. "Yeah."

"Alright," Conner said unsure. "If you're sure."

Robin nodded and curled further into the covers, slipping back asleep. As he faded out he was vaguely aware of Conner tucking him in more before leaving the room.

"Robin."

He felt someone shake his shoulder lightly and he growled. He didn't want to get up. His eyes hurt and he wanted to sleep. He moaned pitifully and rolled over, hoping the person would go away.

"Robin, it's dinner. You need to get up."

He snarled lightly, flipping over to look up at the blurry figure of Conner leaning over him. He pushed weakly at him and pulled the covers over his head. "Go…away Conner…"

"Is he coming or what?", he heard Wally ask from the door.

"He's still sick."

A breeze ruffled the comforter as Wally zipped to his side, pulling away the covers and feeling his forehead. "Jeez! He's burning up!"

Robin could see Conner frown out of the corner of his eye. "Burning up?"

Wally nodded. "Yeah. I-It's a bad thing. I'm getting Batman."

The speedster zipped from the room and Conner turned back to Robin, talking softly to him in that curious way of his. Robin was vaguely aware of the clone asking what 'burning up' meant, but he slipped back into sleep before he could answer.

The next time he awoke was to someone once again shaking his shoulder. The room was dark, but his eyes could just make out the shape of a very familiar figure, leaning over him. He winced as a stab of pain shot through his eyes.

"Batman?"

The Dark Knight nodded. "Kid Flash came and got me.", he carefully felt his son's forehead. "You're burning up. We need to get you to the infirmary. Can you get up?"

Robin frowned blearily. "Infirmary…?W-Why…?"

"You have a fever.", the Dark Knight said with concern at the teen's sudden forgetfulness.

"Oh.", Robin frowned as the strange stinging in his eyes slowly became a burning. "M' eyes hurt…"

Batman nodded softly. "It's okay, we'll fix it. Now, do you think you can get up for me?"

Robin nodded, slipping out of his bed sluggishly. "Totally…iz jus' a headache."

He was proven wrong when, as he stood, his legs shook and gave out, knee's buckling. Batman was barely able to catch him before he slid to the ground, vision spinning. The Dark Knight helped him up and slowly moved them towards the door where he swooped him up into his arms, carrying him bridal style.

"Hold on.", Robin heard his adopted father say through the haze in his mind.

He could vaguely hear him as he continued talking to him. Asking if he was okay. Was he? He wasn't really sure. He blinked painfully, suddenly aware of a slight wetness in his eyes.

The bright lights of the hallway burned into his eyes and he felt more of the wetness and more of the pain. Whimpers and moans left his mouth, but they were fading in and out. He couldn't focus. He had to focus. What was Bruce saying?

"Hold on Robin! Hold on!"

He moaned, pulling a hand up to shield his eyes and felt the world slip away as he fell into a fevered darkness.

His last thought was simple: What's wrong with me?

Tada! Rewritten! What do you think?