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So, here you are: Chapter 14!

Disclaimer: I don't own Young Justice

Harvey Dent grinned a half-grin; the eaten, ugly side of his face remaining unchanged. Barbara's unflinching gaze remained locked on Robin, but he thought he saw her eyes widen in fear or surprise, he couldn't tell. The maid had the same terrified look, her eyes still locked on the gun pointed at her head.

"Glad to hear that, but why so quiet, little Robin? Cat got your tongue?" Two-Face asked lightly. Wally stirred at his feet. "But Catwoman hasn't been seen in weeks, has she? No...I think you might have laughed a little too hard. Maybe the Joker's finally gotten to you. He's very disappointed you aren't dead, by the way. Did you know that?"

Robin assumed the clown would be, but he remained silent. He was only half-listening to Dent's talk, anyway. Behind his mask, he was seizing up the hotel room, trying to come up with a plan that wouldn't get anyone killed. It wasn't going too well.

"The Joker's offered a lot of money for someone to finish the job, you know," Dent continued. Wally was now groaning quietly, trying to wake up. Robin imagined he'd have a minor concussion, judging by the sizable bruise on his forehead. Luckily there wasn't any blood, so he wasn't overly concerned at the moment. "That's the whole reason I'm here, you see," Two-Face was watching Robin closely, "I'm a bit short on cash and I love a good opportunity to mess with the Bat. Oh, are you surprised? Did you think I really wanted the Batman showing up here?" Dent laughed, having correctly read the shock on Robin's face. Of course, everything had seemed a bit too easy. Maybe Dent had been afraid Robin would call Batman for back-up if he had had to much trouble.

"That's right, I knew you'd come if I asked for the Bat. Must have talked him out of it, didn't you? Thought it was a trap for him, I bet," Two-Face laughed again, and the sound seemed to wake Wally up fully. His eyes snapped open to see the barrel of a gun pointed at him. The speedster froze, blinking to clear his head but still staring at the silver gun. Dent seemed to notice his newest hostage was awake, for he said lightly, as though commenting on the weather, "Move and the other two die, Flash Boy."

Wally then took in the other captives and Two-Face himself, finally looking over at Robin, who was standing in the middle of the room, tense and unmoving, eyes locked on Two-Face. Robin glanced at Wally and said in the mind-link, Stay still, I'm working something out. Are you alright?

I'm good enough. Head hurts like hell, though, Wally answered, Please tell me you aren't gambling my life on a coin toss. He seemed to read Robin's mind, and said, Dude, why can't you just-

Because if I move, you all die. If you move, the hostages die. If Artemis tries shooting right now, I'm betting Two-Face and the goon will shoot on reflex and someone could die, Robin interrupted, Playing his game is the only way to buy us some time.

Yeah, and what if you lose?

I-It really doesn't make a huge different. He'll shoot someone whether I win or lose. There are two options now, thanks to you rushing in without thinking. Robin glanced at Wally again, who looked like he was only just understanding the situation.

But he won't kill anyone, right? Not if you can-

"So, Wonder Boy, let's get started, huh? I haven't got all night," Two-Face said, cutting off the silent conversation. Robin swallowed a lump in his throat. He was having trouble controlling his growing fear. He couldn't let Dent see how scared he was, but that getting harder by the second.

"I say we have two rounds in our little gambling game. First round, Flash Boy's life against the redhead's. Second is the maid and the BatBrat." Dent looked disappointed at Robin's less-than-shocked reaction to the news that he would be gambling his own life.

Instead of expressing shock, anger, or a voicing desperate plea for mercy, Robin had frozen, his breath caught in his throat. Yet again that night, he had been caught unprepared. This time it was because, unless he came up with a plan soon, the lives of his two best friends in the world would rest on the toss of a coin. And only one would live.

Two-Face slipped the gun he had been pointing at Barbara into his pocket and pulled out his double-sided coin. He started flicking the coin into the air, catching it in a fist and then flicking it again. Robin glimpsed the marked side of the coin as it twirled in the air. He remembered the first time he had seen that coin and sincerely hoped that this day wouldn't end like that one.

It won't, this time's different, Robin assured himself.

What are talking about? 'This time?' What's that mean? Artemis's voice startled him, making him flinch. This caught Dent's eye, and the man watched Robin suspiciously, the coin flying through the air.

Robin shook his head and said hastily, N-nothing. I was just...uh...talking to myself. He hadn't realized he had spoken in the mind-link. He'd have to be more careful about that in the future.

Have you figured something out yet? I'm not overly thrilled about the 50/50 chance I'm going to die! Wally said.

Relax, you're not going to die, Robin said, I-I think I've figure something out...

I sense a 'but' coming, Artemis cut in.

'But' nothing. It's all we've got, Robin said, sounding more confident than he felt. He quickly started to explain to Wally what he had to do, but before he could finish, Dent started talking again.

"Okay, Robin. I know the bird's lost his voice, so I'll make this easy on you," Two-Face said. He had stopped flipping the coin and was now clutching it in a closed fist, as though it would hop out of his hand if he let go. "Coin lands clean side up, the girl lives. Coin lands marked side up, speedy here lives." Dent paused, a wicked grin creasing his face as he added, "And you toss."

Dent flicked the coin across the room and Robin caught it on instinct. His fist remained in the air, closed around the coin for a few more seconds before he slowly lowered it, shaking visibly, to his side. His eyes were wide behind the mask, staring unseeingly in front of him.

As though from far away, Robin heard Dent's chuckle fill the small room. In the back of his mind, he was aware of Wally telling the others what had happened, but his voice seemed distant, disconnected from his friend's mind. He heard the others trying to talk to him, shouting incoherent words that jumbled together and fused into mindless babble in his head.

The only thought in Robin's mind was repeating over and over again like a broken record. No. No no no no no. This can't be happening. No no no. I can't. No. Oh God, no. How could he be the deciding factor in his friends' lives? How could he flip the coin that would sentence one of them to death?

Wait, no, he had a plan. He could do something...What was the plan? Robin's mind raced, trying to remember the idea he had come up with not two minutes ago. Was it really only two minutes? It felt like years. An eternity seemed to have passed in the span of time it took the double-sided coin to cross the room. The weight of the small disk was like a boulder in his hand, weighing him down until he felt his knees hit the floor with a muffled thud.

Again, as though from very far away, Robin heard a voice. But this time it wasn't Two-Face's. Instead, Wally's panicked shout reached his ears, having abandoned the mind-link. "Rob! Rob, come on, don't-argh!" the speedster was cut off with a grunt of pain. Dent must have kicked him, but Robin wasn't seeing anything. He was staring down at his hand, now opened in front of him; the coin sitting on his palm, marked side up. The scratched silver seemed to taunt him. It's imperfect surface grinned at him, reminding him forcibly of the Joker.

Suddenly, as though possessed, Robin's head shot up to stare at Harvey Dent, who was grinning in the same way as his coin. He was now pointing his gun at Barbara, his back to Wally, who was curled up on the floor and clutching his stomach. Barbara's eyes flicked between Two-Face and Robin, pleading for a rescue that Robin wasn't sure he could bring.

Two-Face, still grinning, said, "Marked side it is, Bird Boy!"

Robin realized what he was going to do a second before he did it. Time seemed to slow down when he saw Dent's finger tense on the trigger, ready to shoot. Robin half-stood, one foot forward, his mouth opened soundlessly and one arm stretching out toward Two-Face. He knew he couldn't do anything in time. He couldn't win. Not this time.

Robin closed his eyes, one broken word escaping his lips before the crack of the gun shattered the air.

"No."

Sorry about that cliffhanger, but I regret absolutely nothing!

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