Sorry this took a day longer than I had expected. Believe it or not, the trouble came from trying to decide whose POV to take. I wrote two versions, but this one won . . . I think you'll be able to see why when you read it.

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"No!"

The word followed Robin into the darkness. The sounds of weeping drew him out. When he opened his eyes to the dark, for just a second he thought that someone had covered him with a blanket. His first breath was shallow and pain-filled. His second one was better but still shallow. He couldn't seemed to breathe deeply enough, as if something was confining him.

As more of his senses came back on line, he realized someone was holding him. That the darkness over his eyes wasn't a blanket but a cape. That the weeping wasn't just one person, but several. That the person holding him, while weeping also, the desperate tears that were dampening his tunic were silent. The familiar broad shoulders shook, but the strong arms that held him were gentle; oh, so gentle.

Robin lifted his hands and pushed weakly at the chest he was cradled against. This was just too depressing.

"Ow, ugh! So, who died?" he rasped as light-heartedly as he could manage.

There was a gasp, and the arms relaxed their hold. Robin understood that Batman thought he died and that he had been grieving, but he was still startled at the sight of his adopted father.

The lenses were up! Batman never put his lenses up in public! Seeing the stark emotion reflected in Bruce's eyes, Robin felt a little ashamed of his flippant comment. He raised a hand to wipe at the tears that were still streaming down Batman's face and discovered his glove had been removed at some point.

"I'm sorry," he whispered. "I didn't mean to scare you like that, but Wally was dying, Bruce! I had to try." Robin tried to sit up and look, but Batman's arms tightened around him. "Did it work? Is he okay?"

"How?" Bruce's choked voice asked him softly. "How did you know to do that?"

"I didn't know exactly, but when I took his hand, I could feel his pain," Robin admitted. "And I discovered I could draw it off; take it away. That was all I really meant to do, until I felt the first rib break and I felt his mend. I knew then that I had to try."

"How did you know that taking on his injuries wouldn't kill you?" Bruce's voice dropped in tone at the first edge of anger slid out.

"I . . . Uh," Robin lowered his eyes. "I-I didn't. I couldn't let him die, Bru-Br . . . Uh, Batman!"

He seemed to realize that people suddenly noticed something was happening. He pushed again at Batman's chest, harder this time as his strength began to return to him in a rush.

"Robin?" Wally gasped. "I knew it! Or, at least, I had hoped you could heal this!"

"What? Robin?" Artemis turned to look as Batman finally allowed his son to leave his arms.

Robin sat up on his own slowly. Not because he was weak, but because Batman set his hand on his shoulder to prevent him from doing too much too soon. But that was only because he didn't understand that Robin was fine; more than fine. With each passing breath, he felt better. The pain he had felt upon first awakening had gone away as if it never was.

Startled cries resounded around the cave as everyone became aware that no one was dead; no one was even hurt. He was surrounded in seconds.

"My God! I had no idea you were capable of healing others as well as yourself," Flash gasped.

"That is some new ability you have there," Superman remarked, smiling. "I have to admit, I'm a little jealous."

"That is simply amazing!" M'gann cried happily.

Robin looked through the crowd and spotted Superboy easing away from everyone. His face was a combination of relief and a lot of self-recrimination. Robin shrugged off Batman hand and bounded to his feet. He ran after the older boy before he could leave the chamber.

"Conner, wait," he yelled. "Conner, it's okay. Everyone is fine. No one is hurt! Don't go."

Conner turned part the way around, and looked at Robin from the corner of his eye, but refused to meet the younger boy's gaze.

"No, it is not . . . fine," he growled. "That you saved Wally and then yourself is great, but it still doesn't change what I did!"

"It was an accident, Conner. We all know that," Robin insisted. "No one blames you for this."

"Yeah, well, maybe they should," he yelled, and then seemed to shrink in on himself. "I know I do," he added in a small voice.

"Well, you're just going to have to get over yourself," Robin told him, angrily. "Everyone makes mistakes! No one is perfect! This only means you need to train more so that you can control your moves a little better is all. You don't hide from it," he said. "You fix it so that isn't a problem anymore!"

"Easy for you to say," Conner remarked, unwilling to forgive himself. "Your mistakes don't kill people!" He moved to walk away.

"Yes, they do," Robin said softly. Superman might be able to hear his words if he were listening, but nobody else.

"One of my mistakes cost a good man his life . . . And very nearly my own, too. If Batman hadn't gotten free in time," Robin sighed, his gaze dropping to his boots, "nobody would have walked away. Nobody would have been happy . . . Except for maybe Two-Face. Yeah, I'm pretty sure Two-face would have been ecstatic."

Superboy stood there with his shoulders hunched for a long time. Then he took a breath and stood up straight; his shoulders moving back. When he turned around, his eyes looked brighter if still haunted, but there was a small smile on his face.

"So, how'd you learn to get past it?"

"It wasn't easy," Robin smiled. "I didn't heal nearly as quickly then as I do now, so I had a long time to come to grips with it. Batman forgave me. That helped more than anything else, and it allowed me to do the same, too, after a while."

Conner's eyes moved to find Wally over Robin's shoulder. The speedster was standing up grinning at everyone; one arm still hooked around Artemis. As if he felt Conner's gaze on him, he looked over and gave him a smile and a thumb's up. It was all the clone needed apparently, and much of the sadness that still clung to him seemed to evaporate.

Robin slapped him on the back as they made their way back to the others.

"You know," he said. "I think I could take you now without much trouble."

Conner looked down at the younger boy walking beside him; one eyebrow raised. The boy gazed up at him, grinning in challenge.

"Is that so?" Robin still looked like a skinny, little kid that could be blown over with a stiff wind. "Hm, maybe you could," Conner admitted. "Maybe you could."

"We'd have to time it so Batman isn't around," Robin said thoughtfully, already planning ahead.

That might take a while after this last scare. The Bats' lenses were down now, but that wasn't enough to prevent Robin from reading his body language. The big guy was still upset. And Robin knew that they would be having another 'talk' about the pros and cons of taking risks to get through first.

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Robin just has to 'heal' everyone . . . Gotta love him! And Robin's 'mistake' that he refers to here is from "Robin: Year One".

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