AN) Heeeelllloooo! Guess who PRed again?! 27:03 baby! So excited! I slept all afternoon though. I out up a chapter of Renegade, so please go read and review that?

Kara ran her hands through his sweat drenched hair. Feeling her youngest brother grab onto her waist, sobbing into her chest. She wanted to just hide him from the world, wrap him up and fly him away. But she knew her other siblings would want to comfort him.

Wally was draped over his back, sobbing into his neck. Kara ran a hand through his hair too. Roy was hugging all three of them. They were the closest, those three boys. She, Wally, Rob and Roy had been the only sidekicks for the longest time.

Kaldur was hugging her from behind, she could still smell slat water on him. His voice was choked, he tried to keep the clam composure he always had, but it was slipping. Garth was standing behind him, a hand on Kara's shoulder. Tula was with Megan, the two girls on Kara's other side. Artemis had somehow wormed her way next to Rob, Jade kneeling behind Wally, rubbing his back. Donna had a firm grasp on Roy's arm.

The only sounds were Rob's gulping sobs, Wally whimpering and Donna's smooth voice signing a lullaby in Greek.

"I-I thought he was going to kill you." Wally whimpered, burying his face further into Robin's back.

It was just a hodge-podge of body parts. There was a faint shuffling, Kara glancing up to see Connor kneel next to Kaldur. He had been yelling at the Joker—using language Kara didn't know he knew. There was another little sound, the newest member on the team laying on his stomach and scooching forward like a worm, grabbing onto Robin's foot.

"Little birdie." She whispered into his ear. "My sweet little birdie." She shushed him. He was only eight, eight. Blood was covering him. Not only his body, but his soul. How many people had died? He could remember every agonizing second as his parents fell. He could tell them every detail in Red X's face as the life was beaten out of him. Death seemed to follow him, like it was chained to him.

"Sas kai ta lógia sas plimmyrísei tis aisthíseis mou, tis idées mou áfise anyperáspisti." Donna sang softly. No one could understand her. Sounds flitted in and out of Kara's focus. She could hear everything, but because of this—she had to choose what sound to focus on. The absence of one sound annoyed her. She heard none of YAL's voices. Natalie didn't ask if Robin was okay, Ben didn't try and look at his wounds. Bucky and Destin didn't tell him he was brave, even Piper didn't try and coddle him. But what angered her most was the T.J. hadn't said anything. Nothing. No 'thank you for protecting me'. No 'I'm sorry this happened to you'. No 'you're a real hero for facing your worst nightmare even when I've bullied you'. Didn't they care? Conrad did. But Conrad wasn't like them. If YAL was as friendly and heroic as they acted, if they were truly good at the core, they would thank and comfort the person who had saved one of their own. "Kara." She looked up, Aunt Dinah beckoning to her slightly. The adults were shocked. Rogers had a tear in his eye, which he quickly wiped away. Fury's lips were pursed in a thin line. "Bring him here." The team dislodged themselves, Kara trying to move him without hurting the frail bird. Wally still held on, but Kara—or anyone who had a soul—hadn't the heart to tell the speedster to let go. Aunt Dinah reached though the bars, Kara helping Robin sit up. Dinah Lance gently pulled his mask off. Looking into the shattered blue eyes of her nephew. His lip trembled, tears clouding his sight. "Robin, you were so brave." She gently fingered the red welt and bruise on the side of his face—where Joker had struck him. "I'm so proud of you." "W-Was," he choked on his words, "was I-I-I like h-him?" Her heart shattered for the little baby, Dinah nodded, Robin leaning into her open arms. "You would've made him so proud baby." Dickie melted into he grasped, Wally still holding onto his back. A large hand was placed on her shoulder, Dinah knowing it was Steve's from the gentle voice. "Good work, soldier."

"I-I want Daddy." Dick whispered.

"He's coming sweetie, he's racing to find you. Your daddy's coming."

Breakline

They didn't know what to do. They never got along with them. Would it be rude to intrude on the comfort section? Ben wiped his glasses, staring sadly at the battered form of Robin.

He liked the detective, he was a nice kid. Annoying, yes. Insulted the girl he had grown up with, yes. But utterly despicable, no. It had nearly been torture to watch him be beaten. Ben tried not to watch—he also didn't want to hear Robin's screams of pain.

He had heard screams before. Venom had nearly killed Peter. And Destin and Bucky had been stripped of their strength. Piper had been given a drug that gave her vision of her brother and father dying at her hands, implanting a voice that told her that it had been her fault her mother died in childbirth. Natalie had been shot in her shins, side and stomach. Conrad had been thrown off a building. T.J.'s arc reactor had failed, she couldn't breath and was dying. His own mother had made him scream. He hated the sound.

But Robin never screamed. He held every sound back as his bones were broken. He groaned and hissed, but he never screamed. Tears hadn't left his eyes until the Joker had left. There was such pride, such pride in his stance. Robin had held his composer as he was beaten the same way his brother had been till death.

Natalie had the upmost respect for him. He had stared down danger and hadn't panicked. She had heard about how strong he was, but now had the proof to back it up.

Bucky had his back to the scene, same as T.J. She was crying, eyes red rimmed and snot dripping out of her nose. His arms were wrapped around her, gently playing with her hair.

"He's okay, he lived." He tried to comfort her, his voice barley above a whisper.

"He's not okay." She gulped, turning to look over her shoulder as YJ held hands and watching their leader worriedly. "He hasn't been okay since we were friends."

Breakline

They had gathered rather quickly. Everyone had a kid there, a nephew there a niece there. As soon as he got his son's transmission he declared the emergency. Bringing in the League and the Avengers. As much as he hated the group, their children were there. Stark had just as much right to help plan on rescuing T.J. as Bruce had to be rescuing Dick.

Barry was nervous, Ollie looked like he was going to pass out.

"My wife is in there!" He shouted. "Literally every villain we know of is in that camp and my wife and kids are there!"

"Dinah will be fine." Diana consoled him. They both knew she would be, but the thought was still concerning.

Bruce was standing with Black Widow near the computer, working with the surveillance camera feed from around the camp. He watched as the counselors took on villains, the others starting to gather around him. He saw Peter take on a kid on a hover board, eventually losing to a girl with four robotic arms. He saw the group Dick told him about, the Titans, working against a huge hunk of robot.

What shocked most of them was the exchange with Roy and Bucky. Watching their kids actually working together. And they worked together nicely. Jade and Natalie's fighting styles blended together well. Destin, Kara and Donna used their strength well. Conrad and Roy were teaming up, the boy's seeming to enjoy fighting together. Ben and Conner were able to use explosive rage to their advantage and Piper and Tula were able to figure out some sort of shield and water combo.

Bruce rolled his eyes as he saw T.J. flying around like a loose cannon. He heard a snort from his left, turning to see a now slightly-less-distressed Tony Stark pointing at the screen.

"You're son just lost."

Bruce rewinded the tape. He nodded as Dick confronted Dent's daughter. Freezing as he saw one of the Fries boys with their gun under Artemis' chin. Ollie cursed loudly.

"That's my daughter! He was protecting my daughter you little—"

Clark placed a hand on his shoulder, turning an icy gaze or the goatee sporting man. "Don't be so quick to cast judgement."

Tony was actually silent for a moment, Bruce elected to ignore him. "They went down with a fight." He began to look through more camera rolls. "This is a hostage situation, with so many kids and so many captors we mi—"

There was the chime of an incoming transmission. Everyone held their breath, hoping it was from either Robin or Natalie. Bruce navigated to open the call screen, stomach skinning as he realized who was calling.

"Batsy!" Joker smiled, displaying in full his yellow teeth. "Long time no see!" He laughed, a few curses leaving mouths around him. "Looks like you've got the whole gang together huh? Oh! Even the Marvel guys!"

"What do you want, Joker?" He growled.

"To discuss my babysitting fee of course! You're always dumping your kids on me Bats—just not nice."

"If you touch my son I sw—"

"I wasn't suppose touch him?" Joker tapped his finger on his chin. "Well…too late!" He threw his hands in the air, laughing like a hyena.

The air seemed to turn dark and electric. Batman's anger and the League's mixing in with the slightly worried emotions of the Avengers.

"Birdy and I had lots of fun, really wish you could've been there. If only there was a way to preserve the memory—"He smiled even more wickedly, his face contorting in unnatural ways. "Oh but there is. Roll tape!"

A torture video. What was it this time? Joker Gas? Brass knuckles? As much as it burned and hurt Bruce's heart to admit, he had seen his son in many of those types of videos. But this one made him nearly scream.

Dick leapt to his feet, standing in front of an already strong wall of YAL members.

"He's protecting T.J." Banner mumbled, watching with rapt attention, his eyes though kept flickering over to his son.

"What's Joker got in his hand?" Arthur asked.

Bruce's throat felt dry. He gulped slightly. "Crowbar."

Heads snapped towards him, eyes left on the screen growing wide. Fear taking over the room's atmosphere as Robin was cuffed to the ceiling. Little hisses and sounds of distress filling the dead nervous air as he was stabbed.

Bruce was going to scream. The cries of distress were louder was the crowbar was brought into play. He watching his son's face twisted up in pain, he watching his son's body be battered and watching his son struggle not to scream.

Dick was terrified of crowbars, he tensed up at the mention of them—having a panic attack in the cave every time the saw one on patrol. A crowbar had stolen his brother from him. Bruce knew the Joker hadn't cleaned the metal rod. Jason's blood was still on it. Dick was having a panic attack. But he held it in.

Bones were broken. Young Justice was yelling at flinching. Wally was sobbing, screaming 'Robin' 'Rob' with every swing an impact the bar made. He felt like crying too, as his son had undoubtedly replayed every moment of Jason's death as he didn't scream or cry.

Bruce growled as Jackie teased him, though he was relieved Dick was safe. He slammed his fist onto the keyboard, disconnecting the call. With a swish of his cape he was stalking out of the room.

Forget planning. Forget logic.

Dick wasn't going through that alone again.

AN) Don't worry Dickie? Daddy!Bats is coming! Please review, I'll try and update when I can. Love you all!