Hey, I hope you guys liked my last chapter.

Also, three of my five standardized tests (I have no clue what they're called in other states besides Texas, or if they even have them in other countries other than the US) are finish. So, to celebrate my almost-finished, but not completely done, worrying over tests and if I'll get into high school or not, I've decided to update this story, re-edit chapter 10 of This Mystically Found, and I'm going to add another story that I can't get out of my head. It's going to be called Stray, and it's going to be kind of an AU of one of my AU's? It's kind of confusing. But anyways, I hope you guys like this chapter.

Disclaimer: I do not own DC Nation.

Tim POV

I looked around, frowning at my surroundings. It was dark and cold, the light and source of heat was coming from a single light bulb, the dim light only strong enough to light up the ground below it. And the couple underneath the light.

They were holding hands, their heads both nodded downwards so that shadows from the light covered their faces. "Who are you two?" I asked, narrowing my eyes at the couple.

The one on the right shook their head, as if they were dissappointed with me. "How pitiful, you can't even remember us." The person on the right said, the voice light and femanine, leaning their head on the others shoulder with a depressed sigh.

I clenched my fists together, my eye twitching in had been a long time since anyone had called me anything like that, things like pitiful and sighing like I was the world's most disappointing teenager that ever lived. Of course, there was a huge possibility that I was the most disappointing teenager that ever lived with all the stuff I've done, but that didn't mean I wanted to be reminded of that. Especially from someone I didn't even know.

"How the hell am I pitiful for not remembering you if I can't even see your damn faces?" I hissed, glaring at the couple.

"You know, Dick could recognize us from just our voices. He was a good son like that, that was until you..." the person on the left said, both of them looking up at me as the left person's voice started to turn angrier. "You killed him."

I froze, my eyes widening as the light hit their face. Their eyes were sunken into their heads, black rings surrounding their eyes, and their skin was paler than mine, but even then, I could still tell who they were. Mom and Dad.

"And even worse, you killed the boy that you thought of as your little brother, as well." Mom said, her dead eyes looking at me with disgust. "I never thought I would have a boy who was a murderer, or do anything so horrible as to kill not only one brother, but two. But apparently there's always one black sheep in the family."

"I didn't kill him! I tried to warn Dick, how is that my fault if he refused to listen to me?" I asked, holding back the tears in my eyes.

"But you knew the truth! You could have told Alfred, or Batman before he left. But no, you wanted this to happen! You wanted to kill your brother! It's all your fault our son is dead!" Dad screamed, anger filling his voice, his body shaking with it as his glare seemed to get worse.

"No, I didn't kill them! It wasn't my fault!" I yelled back, the determination in my voice cracking mid-sentence as they started walking towards me. "It wasn't my fault!"

~Nightmare~

I shot up in my bed, screaming as sweat poured down my face. "It wasn't my fault!"

I looked around, my eyes widening as I saw wires attached to me, needles sticking out of my skin, and cold metal hand cuffs wrapped around my wrists. My fingers were shaking as picked the hand cuffs, the metal clanking against the bed rail as they fell off, and I started yanking the IV and other needles out of my skin.

It stung a little as I did it, blood pouring out of the wound. But I ignored it, the memory about the angry zombie faces of my parents haunting my mind. Their pitted eyes, sour cream colored skin, and disgusted glares were inprinted into my mind, their voices still screaming into my head You killed them! It made me want to throw up till there was nothing left in my stomach and then throw up some more until I stopped feeling so sick and pathetic. And I hated it.

"Kid, calm down! Tim, kid, Baby Bird, what the hell did you do?"

I blinked, staring at the guy standing in the door way, crossing the room in a few long strides to where I was standing. When did I stand up in the first place? "What the hell do you think your doing?" He asked, grabbing my hand roughly, staring at the trail of my blood coming from the inside of my elbow.

"Damn it kid, knew I shouldn't have left you alone." He grumbled, pushing me back towards the bed.

I snapped out of my daze, kicking and punching and scratching at him, struggling in his iron tight grip. "Let me go, damn it! It wasn't my fault!" I screamed, glaring at him as I used all my body weight to try to get away from him.

But he was strong, dodging most of the hits, and only grunting when I hit him before forcing me back into the bed. "Calm the fuck down, kid! Whatever it was, it was a nightmare, understand? It. Wasn't. Real!" He snapped, holding my shoulders tightly so that I was forced to sit down in my bed.

I panted, my breath coming out hard. Then, I blinked. "Jason?" I asked, relaxing in his grip.

He nodded, slowly letting go of me, but still looking at me suspiciously. "Yeah. You okay now?" He asked, looking at me warily.

I swallowed, nodding tiredly. "Yes, I'm fine." I said, looking away as my cheeks burned in humiliation. "How long have I been out?"

"A couple of days. I found Alfred under some wreckage, and after I helped him, he was able to get you set up here in the batcave. You had a panic attack." Jason said, his gaze switching to the inside of my elbow. "Well, one before the one you just had, anyways."

"That wasn't a panic attack, that was the adrenaline rush." I snapped, though, from the Jason gave me, he probably didn't believe it. How come all of Batman's partners were so annoyingly good at reading my emotions, when the guy himself was so emotionally constipated?

"I.. about Dick and Damian. Were you able to pull some video of them being attacked?" I asked, taking a band aid from Jason, and putting it over the bleeding mark where the IV had been.

Jason's eyes darkened, the scowl on his face turning deeper. "Yeah. It was a french woman, who was able to stretch her arms out, like a french she version of Mr. Fantastic." Jason muttered angrily, his fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles were white, and a deadly glare set in his eyes. I wasn't sure, but if I could have seen my face I first learned about Madam Rouge, I would bet I probably looked the same as Jason did.

"Damn it. Madam Rouge and her boss must be speeding things up." I muttered, glaring at my lap as my parent's voices screamed it's all your fault our son is dead. And this time, as much as it pissed me off, I couldn't deny it. Not with all the facts in front of me like this.

"How the hell did you know her name, who the fuck is her boss?" Jason asked, narrowing his eyes at me. "How do you know their damn plan?"

I looked away, my lips setting into a hard line as I laid back in my bed. "I knew Madam Rouge when I was in the Light, or, I didn't really know Madam Rouge, so much as I knew of her. We never saw each other much, but I knew she only worked for Brain, and hated working for any of the other Light members. She's smart, she's a good fighter, and she can disguise herself anyway she wants. That's probably how she got into the Manor, by transforming into Bruce and by passing the alarm system." I said, glaring down at my hands.

"Your forgetting a question." Jason snapped.

I winced, pushing back the flashbacks of No, you don't, Dickhead. You're not my fucking dad, before looking back at Jason coldly. "I didn't know at first about the plan, but I noticed things. Little stuff like, Mal and Karen taking a cruise, even though they knew we needed the help, and that there weren't any trade ships sailing, let alone cruise ships. Dick thought I was being paranoid, but I looked into the other attacks on the heroes. Not too many others were missing, but there were a lot of attacks after heroes after everything settled. Madam Rouge was one of them."

Jason raised an eyebrow, asking, "How does that affect anything? The Light fell, a lot of minions, thugs, and assassins got kicked out of well paying jobs. It's not that surprising."

"It wouldn't have been, if one of the assassins went after me, and then spilled about a 'master plan'." I said, "Then another assassin, who I later found out was Madam Rouge, killed that assassin right after they started talking about it."

Jason's eyes narrowed again, his arms crossing over his chest protectively like I've seen Dick do a dozen times since I've been living in the Manor. "You got attacked by an assassin, and you never told anybody about it?" He hissed, "What kind of idiot are you?"

I glared at him, my eye twitching in annoyance and frustration. I finally saw why everyone said Jason was an asshole. "Well sorry, but I'm not exactly used to the whole 'partner' thing. I'm used to handling things like this by myself, I couldn't exactly run to Ra's or Slade every time some assassin tried to kill me." I snapped.

"Besides, I was going to tell somebody, after I figured out who it was using the facial recognition on the Batcomputer." I said, then grimaced. "But it took me too long to run the test because I was busy running others tests to find out who they were. Madam Rouge must have over heard what I said about the heroes disappearing and convinced Brain to speed up the plan so I couldn't warn anybody. Others started going missing after that, though each one of them called in, saying they were going somewhere. Then Bart called me about being attacked when he was on a mission with Jaime and Roy, and I learned they started taking members of Young Justice. I tried to get there quickly, I thought if I could get there in time, I could save them and get a step a head of the Light. But, I was too late. Because when I got there, the place was a war zone."

"There was blood, bullets, grenades, everything you would expect to see in a battle field, except for the bodies. The others were gone." I said. "I tried calling Dick, to convince him that they were taken, but he got a fake call, probably by Madam Rouge, saying they were going on a trip to one of Ollie's places. It was enough for him to believe I was just pranked, even though he knew Arsenal and Green Arrow were still on bad terms, and that Arsenal didn't want to use anything of Ollie's. We fought, I went out, Cass pulled me out of the death fighting ring, and you brought me back. You obviously know how the rest happened."

Jason winced, his eyes losing some of the anger. "About that, you're the only Young Justice member left, Tim. The others... the others are gone, along with all of the original Justice Leaguers, and a lot of the other Leaguers. There aren't many people left, and everyone's starting to notice." Jason said.

I blinked, staring at Jason in shock. Why didn't the asshole tell me this before? "You said I was out for a couple of days, how could most of the hero population get taken in a couple of days?"

"There are more villains than heroes, kid, you know that." Jason said, calmly. "I think the real problem right now, is figuring out what they're doing with the heroes?"

I pushed back my shock, biting my lip as I narrowed my eyes thoughtfully. "Brain's not particularly into blood shed, but he is prideful. He would want a trophy, something to show that he defeated every single one of the heroes in the world. He would want something to scare anybody out of the thought of rebellion. That means they're probably not in the best condition right now, but they're alive for now, I think." I said. "But, the chances they won't be if we don't find them. We'll have to find their hide out, and quick. Before they get us."

Jason's lips cracked into a shit-eating smirk, his eyes narrowing in unholy glee as his trigger finger twitched. "Well then, looks like it's just you and me working on this one, Baby Bird."

Dick POV

"They captured you too, huh?" Wally asked, grinning tiredly as I was pushed into a cell with Damian, both of our arms cuffed behind our backs.

"Yeah." I said, nodding as I slid down against the cell wall until I hit the floor, a smirk growing on my face now that the guards were gone.

"They must have hit you hard in the head if your smiling, Wing." Artemis said, scowling next to Wally as the others stared at me.

I chuckled, shaking my head. "Nope, not at all." I said, my smirk growing. "How many heroes are left?"

Kaldur frowned, looking around the crowded cell, and past the barred door that showed countless other cells filled with heroes. "Most of us, but not all, I assume. Why?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. "No other hero knows of the villain's plans, and there is no way to contact others for help. We are stuck, unless someone finds away to get these collars off our necks."

Kaldur gestured to the collar around his neck, every hero in the cells wearing a matching one. "Tt. You're wrong." Damian said, a smug grin on his own face.

"Uh Wing, what is the little shit talking about?" Red Arrow asked, looking at us warily, as if we were crazy.

I looked at him, my smirk some how still growing as pride, and regret, filled me. "I thought he was being paranoid, but...Tim knows, about this plan, about who took us. Tim knows." I said, watching as everyone else started smiling. "And Tim's going to save us."

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