As promised, Red Tornado and Dr. Thompkins were ready for the two young heroes to be brought in. After receiving a request from Red Tornado, Martian Manhunter had also come to the Cave infirmary to bolster the ranks of the trained medical staff.

"Put him here," said the young doctor, urgently motioning for the Man of Steel to place Wally on an empty bed as she began her emergency examination and procedures. "Wally? Wally, can you hear me?" There was no response.

"What on earth happened?" she exclaimed taking Wally's stats and yelling to Red Tornado for oxygen and an IV.

"As far as we know, he just ran until he couldn't," admitted Superman.

"That's true," said Conner announcing his arrival and cradling the unconscious Boy Wonder in his arms. "Where should I put him, Doc?"

"Over there!" She motioned to another empty bed and asked Martian Manhunter to take charge of him. Connor gently deposited the bird into the empty bed and stood aside and out of the way as Martian Manhunter used his telekinesis to cut away Robin's uniform.

"Clark," cried the doctor, "can you stay? We're going to need a lot of help."

"I can," said Clark at once. "Tell me what you need."

"I can help, too" added Conner eagerly.

"Good," said Dr. Thompkins. "Cut away Wally's uniform, now. Here's what I need..."

The medical team embarked on their long and arduous journey to save the two ailing young heroes.


"Barry, please sit down. You're melting the deck, not to mention driving me insane," said Batman to the agitated speedster as the Batjet flew swiftly from Belle Reve prison straight for the Cave.

The mission had come to a neat ending and the seven villains were taken back into custody. Batman had ensured that Wayne Tech was contracted with the re-securing and analysis of the meteorite.

"How can you be so calm? Aren't you worried for Robin?" the Flash was near hysterics and threw himself into the copilots seat. "Didn't you hear what Doc said about Wally? Bleeding from the nose and not responding to anything! Kid must have literally ran himself into the ground!"

"I heard what she said and yes of course I am concerned for Robin and for Wallace. But our worrying won't help them. They're tough, Barry. Much tougher than we were at their age. I have no doubt that they'll pull through."

"If you say so, Bruce" said the Flash standing up again to continue his barely visible pacing within the confines on the jet. "Man, I wish I could fly right about now!"

"Don't get greedy," growled Batman reminding the speedster that he was lucky to have gotten what he had and survived.

"It's not greed, it's science," said Barry.

Batman said nothing else as he piloted the jet into the hanger at the Mountain. Hang in there, Richard he thought, secretly in misery about state of the two young heroes.


When the Batjet landed, Flash wasted no time in racing toward the infirmary to check on his nephew.

With a whoosh, Dr. Thompkins was startled out of her documentation as her stack of paper almost went flying from her clipboard. Apparently, the Flash had arrived.

"Leslie," pleaded Barry walking over to where his nephew lay in a deep slumber, receiving both fluids and nutrients intravenously. "He looks a wreck. How is he?"

Wally West really did look the better part of corpse. His usually cheery face lay slack and frowning as he slept and his skin was pale and clammy to the touch. The young speedster had run himself to the brink of death and, in the end, didn't even have the energy to breathe on his own. Luckily, Red Tornado was able to breath for him and pump him full of fluids until his heart beat strong enough to sustain ample cardiovascular health. Once Wally's blood pressure was up and he could breathe on his own, Red had backed off, checked him over and alerted Leslie to his success.

"He's completely and utterly exhausted and has depleted almost every single ounce of energy that he had stored in his body. When Clark brought him in, he wasn't even breathing and his pulse was very weak. But Red gave him oxygen and was able to bring his blood pressure up and get him breathing on his own. Wally is going to be fine, Barry. Clark and Conner were able to find him so quickly that there won't be any brain damage from the minute or so he went without oxygen. He's a strong kid. All we have to do now is give him the fluids and nutrients he needs to heal himself and wait for his body to recover. I put some butterfly stitches on his forehead. Clark thinks thats where he impacted the road after he fell."

"How long will he sleep?" asked Barry.

"You're guess is as good as mine, especially seeing as you know much more about the unique anatomy that you two share," said Leslie.

"He'll be out cold for a few days and then he'll be back to himself," said Bruce suddenly, startling both Barry and Leslie. As usual, the Dark Knight had snuck in silently.

"What of Robin?" asked Batman walking over to his partner's bedside and taking in full damage that the sleeping young hero's body had sustained while sacrificing his well-being to protect his teammates and sabotage the Doomsday.

Robin was as pale as the sheets that he lay on but was freshly stitched, bandaged, casted and sleeping soundly like his best friend in the bed beside him. He had a clean white cast on his left arm which was placed in a sling in order to immobilize the awful wound in his left shoulder. He sported two black eyes, a few stitches above a busted right eyebrow and a fat lip. But Bruce knew that there was more damage than could be seen with the human eye.

"Robin has two severe stab wounds, one puncture in the left shoulder from a dowel-like instrument and one in the right hip from a curved blade. He sustained a pneumothorax but J'onn was able to re-inflate it. His left arm is broken at the radius and ulna, probably from a twisting mechanism, but the breaks are clean and will heal nicely. He has three fractured ribs, from blunt force. He was beat up pretty badly by Amazo and has other various cuts and contusions on many places on his body as you can see the ten stitches I put on his right eyebrow. In addition, he sustained a pretty nasty concussion," reported Leslie to the Caped Crusader.

"Reminds me of his first year as my partner," mumbled Bruce.

"What was that?" asked Barry when he couldn't hear what the Dark Knight had said.

"Nothing. Is there anything I can do to help?"

"No," said Leslie. "Everything is under control. Although we do owe many thanks to the Kryptonians for finding Wally and Robin, bringing them in and helping us treat them. You two need to go get some rest. Come back in the morning and you can both see if your proteges are ready to come around."

"We will," said Bruce taking Barry by the elbow and dragging him away from his nephew's bedside. "Come on, Barry, you heard the doctor. Let's let them get some rest while we do the same."

"You hear that, Kiddo?" said Flash to his nephew before letting Batman lead him out of the infirmary. "Rest up and we'll be back to check on you soon. Good job getting Robin as far as you did. You did good, Kid." Barry lightly ruffled Wally's mop of ginger hair and finally exited with Batman.

"You did well, too, son," thought Batman to Richard, even though he knew he couldn't hear him.