A/N: Ok, so my mom loves me and decided to get me soup and Fritos yesterday… which means I had soup for lunch and am now sitting here, eating Fritos, because they are, like, the food of the gods! Anyone else like 'em Fritos?

…anyway, back to the story, because I just looooove torturing Robin!

P.S. this chapter is written in normal POV, because that makes it easier to explain what's going on. Next chapter will be back to Robin's POV ^^

Dis*******: Ok, now look what you've made me do! I'm running out of freaking creative ideas! Can this please be the last time I do this for the story? Because, I think I've made my point, and it's just getting point-LESS now! (I had to put a line in there, because stupid Microsoft doesn't like my grammar…) So here's the deal, I don't own Young Justice, ladedadeda!

Chapter 9

I'd turn the machines off…

As soon as Bruce caught Dick his in arms as the boy fell to the ground, it hit him what he had just done. He killed his son. Batman never killed, especially not the victims, and yet he had done it. He had killed Richard John Grayson, his adoptive son, and his partner.

"Batman…" Wally's voice came to him. "What did you do?"

Superman flew in before Batman could reply. "Where did he go?"

Wally looked up. The masked man was gone; his cries of anger had long since faded into the early evening

"I killed him, Wally," Bruce said. "Back at the mountain, he asked me to."

"Why would you do it?" Wally screamed, running over to the closest wall and pounding his fist into it, over and over. "We would have thought of something!"

"There was no time. It was all we could do."

"He wasn't supposed to die like this!"

"Kid Flash, he chose this. He died to save your life, along with everyone else on the team."

"All for one and one for all," Wally whispered under his breath, so only Superman could hear. "It's what we always said."

"Which is exactly what he did," Superman said.

"Br…ce…" a voice chocked out.

Bruce looked down at the figure, lying in his arms. Then he felt it; the slight up and down movement caused by breathing.

Superman looked amazed, "he's alive."

Wally stopped his pounding and tore his eyes from the ground to look and see his best friend, trying to pull off the mask on his face.

"Dick, we're going to get you to the Watch Tower, ok?"

Dick slowly nodded. "I saw… them…"

"Don't try to talk," Bruce said.

"I saw… my… parents."

"Superman, take him," Bruce said, obviously trying to ignore the younger boy, hoping that if he didn't get a response, he would stop.

"They said… to come… back and… be with… you."

"Stop talking," Bruce said as gently as he could as Superman lifted the boy into his arms.

He wanted to hear what his son had to say, but he was afraid that it would waste his energy. "Tell me later."

"You'll meet me at the Watch Tower?" Superman asked when he got to the door of the warehouse.

Bruce simply nodded and turned to Wally. "Go back to the team and let them know what's going on."

"I wanna stay with Dick."

"You can't."

"Why not? He's my best friend!"

"Because, right now I need you to let the team know that everything is fine."

Wally didn't argue anymore; he sped off to the mountain.

Bruce exited the warehouse and made his way to the Batmobile. From there, he returned to the Batcave, where Alfred was waiting.

"Did you do it?" Alfred asked, looking saddened.

"He's alive, if that's what you're wondering. But just barely."

Alfred breathed a sigh of relief. "Just get him through this, Master Bruce."

Bruce nodded before making his way through the portal to the Watch Tower.

"How's he doing?" He asked upon seeing his ward lying on one of the beds in the medical wing. Black Canary was placing an IV in his arm and looked up to reply.

"He's hanging in there," she said. "His heart stopped at one point, so J'onn worked some of his magic and hooked him up to some Martian machines."

"But he is stable?"

She nodded, "Now all we need to do is wait for him to wake up."

Two weeks later

Two weeks passed, and Dick didn't move. He was still alive, but mostly with the help of the Martian technology. The team wasn't allowed to see him; Batman refused to move him from the Watch Tower or let anyone else in.

Bruce barely slept and refused to eat, except for once every few days when he would find an energy bar. He sat at Dick's side the whole time, ignoring everyone.

"Bruce, you need to get some sleep," Superman said finally.

"Not until he shows some sign of being in there. It's my fault this happened."

"No, it's not. It was his choice."

"Kid Flash was right; we could have figured out something else."

"Bruce, there was no time, that man was coming after him either way."

"Then we should have hidden him away and taken care of it ourselves!" Batman shouted. He had long since given up trying to be quiet around Dick to prevent waking him up.

"Robin wouldn't have wanted that," Superman said. "He would have fought you as hard as he could on it."

"He would have had no choice."

"And he would have been found eventually. We're running out of time; as much as it pains me to say it, I think it's over, Bruce."

"It's not over. He's not dieing before I am!"

"J'onn's technology can't hold out for much longer!" Superman said, then looked Bruce over, "And neither will you."

"He needs me."

"What he needs is for you to not die while waiting for him," J'onn's voice sounded as the Martian walked over.

"What do you know?" Bruce asked.

"He told me," the Martian replied. "He was able to sense me when I read his mind, and he wanted me to make you rest. Batman, Robin is fighting right now, telling me that he isn't allowed to die yet, because you need him. He needs you, but not like this."

"Can you tell me what he's thinking now?" Bruce asked, looking down at the small figure in the bed.

J'onn paused for a moment, simply staring at Dick. "He's worried about you. He says he doesn't want you to die waiting for him, and he'll be back soon. He just needs a little more time. He said he's still feeling a little distraught about this, and is waiting until he is… traught."

Bruce smiled, "sounds about right." He stood up and took one of Dick's hands in his own, "I'll be back, son."

After that, Bruce began sleeping and eating again, for Robin's sake. About three days later, he got a call in the middle of the night from the Watchtower. "What is it?" He asked, worry rising in his chest.

"He's awake," Superman said on the other end. He woke up screaming and asking where you were."

"I'll be right there."

Within five minutes, Bruce had made his way to the Watchtower where Dick was lying in the bed, panting and looking around at his surroundings.

"Did you… get my… message?" Dick asked when he saw Bruce.

Batman nodded, "Are you feeling traught now?"

Dick chuckled, "Oh yeah… where's… Slade?"

"Slade?" Bruce asked.

"His name… is Slade."

"How did you—"

"My parents… told me."

Bruce looked at his son as if he were crazy, but it didn't matter. Dick was alive, which meant that in a few weeks, things would be back to normal… well, as normal as life could be for a bunch of superheroes.

"Slade got away," Bruce said. "But we can go after him as soon as you feel up to it."

"No time…" Dick said. "The screen… will be… long gone… by then."

Bruce took the hint and nodded, "I'll start asking around."

…To be continued…

A/N: So, I discovered, I really don't like this one as much as Walking with Insanity… cuz I don't really have any insane people in here….. oh well! I still got Slade and a really sexy Robin