I, RozBen, do not own Young Justice, or its charaters; all rights to their proper owners. :)

This is now story, since i have gotten good reviews, but it was meant to be a one shot. Gimme your advice, ideas, and i'll try to mix them in. :)

A/N: I've decided on the pairings and you'll just have to wait and see. :)

The team was clustered around the TV in the rec room. The lights were off as ominous music filled the air, the melody sending shivers down their spines. The volume was turned all the way up, making this quiet scean all the more terrifiying.
"Come on, Brade. This isn't funny!" The red head turned sharply, looking down a darkened hall. Laughter filled the air, casuing her to look around widly. She screamed when her eyes landed on-

Lightening struck, adding to the effects on the screen. Megan and Wally shcreeched and ducked for cover under the blanket on the sofa. Artimis leaned back, tight up against Conner on the floor, her eyes widening. Kaldur winced, but didn't dare take his eyes off the screen. He leaned further back into the recliner and turned his head away, but kept watching.

A loud scream filled with physical agony drilled into their ears, making them all close their eyes and grind their teeth together to keep from screaming themselves. It grew louder and louder until it was cut abruptly short, and a gurgling noise took it place, slowly dying out.

And with that, the lights were turned on and the spell of horror was broken.

Thunder rolled outside and rain began pounding against the windows.

"Seems everyone is enjoying themselves." Red Tornado droned, looking at the cowering kids. "Where is Robin?"
"Back in Gothem." Wally announced, opening his last candy bar.
"He is suppose to be here."
"Yeahh, but he said he'd tag along with Batman tonight." Artimis stretched.
"Batman is not on parol tonight."

Wally began choking on his candy. Supey slapped his back, forcing it back up. Wally coughed it onto the floor, but no one took notice. "What?"
"Batman is not-"
"We heard you! But, what? What do you mean he's not patroling tonight? Where the hell is Robin, then?" He looked at his team, fear flickering through his eyes.
"He said he had a project." Megan supplied. "Maybe he found out that he wasn't patroling and went straight to work."
"Yes." Conner looked up, drawing his friends' attention.

"He murdered my parents right in front of me."

"I'd rather be-friend Satan. At least he has morals and standards. Now that i think of it, he'd probably kick your asses outta hell. That'd be pretty funny."
"There are some things worse than death."
"Yeah, seeing you is one of them."

"But i do not think it is one for school, like he had said."

-X-

"Lookie, its the little birdie." Pain lashed across his face as it cracked against the unforgiving metal wall. "Big Daddy Bats let you outta yer cage, bird?" Robin growled and flipped over him, taking out his legs. He slammed his foot onto his head, knocking him out. Robin reset his defensive position as several armed thugs circled around him. He tasted blood, felt its warmth in his mouth, mixing horribly with sweat. His vision was a sharp haze, giving everything a double shadow. He flipped back, dodgeing several bullets. He landed behind several large crates and emty boxes and pressed himself close against them, trying to regain his breath.

Tony Zucco had been waiting for him. He had known he was going to hit the warehouse. Well...he hadn't know he himself would do it, but he knew someone was going to. As far as Robin saw it, Zucco wasn't even around.

Damn it!

The warehouse itself was a run down dump on the verg of collapsing on its own. The roof was nothing more than decaying materials, crumbling and falling to the ground without warning. The rafters were sagging and broken. The walls were filled with bullet holes and splattered with spray paint. There were also large chunks taken out of the walls, its materials also decaying and crumbling, showing the outside world its inside. The ground was littered with beer bottles, can, cigares and musty cardboard boxes. Crates were stacked and splintered, soaking in oily puddles from the rain. Sharp, broken peices of metal were scattered around, sticking up and sharpened dangerously.

Robin ran and jumped up into the rafters moments before bullets tore through his flimsy hide out. He murged with the shadows, slowing his harsh pants to hushed whispers. Thunder rumbled right above his head, and rain began pouring into the half-destroyed roof, washing the floor and making the support beams slick. He pressed himself against the roof, deep into a corner as lighting flashed, illumintaing the entire warehouse. That was dangerous. No shadows to hide in.

He jumped down and crouched behind a metal support beam, chancing a look down. He nearly slipped. Tony's men had cowered into a tight circle, all hefting automatic guns. But the boss man himself was no where to be seen. He pulled out several smoke screen pellets and took a deep breath.

-X-

"Everyone, be quiet." Kaldur turned back to his team, quieting them as he called Batman. His unease exploded when Conner told them about Dick's-Robin's- parent's. They decided it'd be best to contact Batman and figure out where Robin was. Red Tornado had tried to calm their nerves, saying Robin wasn't one to lie and maybe he hadn't known Batman was taking the night off, but they'd still feel better seeing Dick.
"Does anyone have Mr. Bruce's number?" asked Megan, floating next to Conner, her hands balled up in worry.
"No." Artimis said dryly.

"What is it?" growled Batman. "I was in the middle of something."
"Is Robin there?" asked Kaldur, the only one brave enough to ignore Batman's glare and threatening voice.
"He's there...isn't he?" Batman's confusion ignited full blown panic.
"No! He said he was going home and patroling with you!" Megan cut in, not giving Kal a chance to speak.
"What?" Batman's narrowed eyes widened. He pushed back in his chair, and heading to another computer just off screen. "He's...He's not here and he's not home. Where the hell is he?" The last part was more to himself than the team, his cold demeanor cracked as concern laced his tone. It was faint, but it was still there and the team heard it plain as day.

"Who's Tony Zucco?" asked Conner, blinking up at Robin's mentor, after a few moments.

"His name is Tony Zucco. He wanted protection money...And my dad didn't give it to him."
"Protection money?"
"We pay them and they leave us alone."

"Where did you hear that name?" Batman's darkened face filled the screen as he leaned forward, his eyes cutting through Conner. His voice was dripping with rage and vehenom
"Dick told me about him. Zucco was at the circus."
"Circus? When did you-"
"Just this evening. Hailey's circus." Kaldur took hold of the conversation by placing himself before Conner, though his body was angled so Batman could see Conner.
"Whose idea was it and where did you get the tickets?"
"It was Robin's idea and he got the tickets." Artimis said, uncertianity creeping into her voice. Batman's eyes narrowed as thoughts and peices were being connected in his mind.
"Find him. He's in Gotham, in the warehouse distract." Dread filled the room. There was a reason the Great Batman wasn't going himself. But what?

-X-

He twisted in midair, the bullets grazing less than a fingertip away, and straightened out. His feet planted onto the burly man's chest and took him down. Hard. They tumbled off the top crate, the man cracking his head off the cement ground with a sickening crack! Robin had fliped and put his hands out in front of him, twisting on his writst when he hit the ground, and twisted away, going behind the crates. The man lay there, still. Robin didn't spare him a second look and twirled around and ran into the shadows.

He slipped on a puddle but caught himself. The rain was pounding onto him so hard it was bouncing off him and forming a second outline of himself.

He crackled gleefully as he swung around the back, having used his grappling hook. His voice bounced off the walls, slicing through ther tence air. Smokey fog lingered in the air, darkening the room and making it difficult to see. The rain was still pelting down, drowing them and washing their sight. But he could see. He saw their fear, smelt it. It was washing through the warehouse like a tidlewave. They knew he wasn't going to hold back, that he wasn't going by the 'Bat-Law' of no killing. The one the cops used. That man he just dumped was evidence enough of that. He himself hadn't even realized that had been his intention. To disregard the 'Bat-Law'.

Rain had long ago soaked through his uniform, and numbed his skin.

Robin felt so alive, so free. But there was something nagging, tugging, pulling. Something that couldn't let him enjoy this completly. Something that just...felt off. It...hurt...and was...disgusting...In short, it twisted his stomach and pounded against his skull. Guilt.

That guy could have had a kid...

He clocked another in the jaw, shattering it, by the sounds of it. He jumped back, when the guy swung at him blindly, and gave two jabs to his stomach before elbowing his nose and busting his crotch with his knee. The man withered in agony, dropping like a stone. His eyes were speaking volumes of the agony that was so bad he couldn't even scream. Robin was about to jump back into the shadows, but brought his fist down and hit the man in the temple. He stopped moving, his chest slowly rising and falling unevenly.

No more killing.

Robin ran back into the shadows as shouts drew closer.
"The smoke is clearing! Who's left? Roll Call! Mark."
"Dean!"
"Evan."
"Richie."
"Heath."
"Kyle!"
"Mike! I'm calling back up." Robin located this 'Mike' and tackled him from behind, the guy's cell clattered to the floor. It slid into a pocket of metals and water.

"What the hell?" he cried, swinging at the kid. Robin dodged each swing, throwing in a few kicks of his own. He caught the man's arm, twisting his wrist backwards until he heard a pop that shot pain up the man's arm. He fliped him over his shoulder and drove him headfirst into a pile of crates. 'Mike' slumped to the ground, blood pouring down his face. He was still breathing and as long as he was, Robin decided he could be as vicious as he wanted to.

Looking around, Robin noted that the smoke was all but gone, he could see the others. Bad news-They could see him. As soon as they caught sight of him, they opened fire, even though they saw 'Mike' slouched behind him and unable to run for cover.

"Real friendly bunch." he muttered, jumping behind the crates and ducked low. Bullets tore through the edges, and pummbled the wall behind him. He ran out the other side, but was caught by surprise when a fist flashed in front of him, out of nowhere. It slammed into his cheek, forcing him off his feet and sent him flying back into the storm of bullets. Mike's face was pale, strikingly so against the blood pouring down half his face.

Pain tore into his shoulder as he tucked and rolled, as if on auto-piloet. Getting up, he ran but his foot caught a wire and he slammed into the ground before he could catch himself. Pain cut though his thigh and he fought to get back up, but he slipped in something red. It was then that he realized how cold he was...how tired he was...He forced himself to his feet and ran into the shadows.

Lightning struck.

-X-

Thunder roared above them.

'Anything?' Asked their leader, running to the next warehouse on his list.
'Nope.' Conner growled, storming through his warehouse.
'Nada.' Artimis stood from her crouch. There was nothing in this warehouse either.
''Dudes! This'll take hours! We don't got that kinda time!'
'Its the best we can do, KF. Robin is blocking Miss M. and Superboy is having a hard time trying to locate him becuase of the unusually heavy traffice and the loud storm. Robin had even destroyed his tracker.'
"Guys! I-I think I found something!' Miss M. cried into their mental link. They all felt the tearing pain ripping through their shoulder, forcing the breath out of them.
"Which warehouse are you at?" asked Conner, circling around his.
"Thirdteen."

Sorry, i know i promised some of you it'd be this chapter that would be the big fight scene, but i like to try to keep the chapters under 4,000 words. The team's intervention will be in the next chapter!

Thanks for all of your reviews! ! I'll try to keep this story going as well as it started out and ideas are always welcome!