Surviving the Titans
By GhostAnn

Chapter 20: Impossible

Robin sensed that he'd hit the ground but he didn't feel it. All he felt was a chill that coursed throughout his body and a deep hollowness that he couldn't fully comprehend. It touched every part of his body and made him want to curl up and sob. Forcing himself to ignore that feeling he tested his limbs warily. The ray that had hit him was numbing and his arms and legs felt odd as if they were only a part of his imagination. Letting out a groan he managed to get his arms underneath him and pushed himself up off of the ground. He blinked. Something was horribly wrong.

He gasped, and the horror of what he was seeing was only confirmed by the fact that he could not feel the breath he knew he took in. His gloves where what he noticed first, the normally green gloves were now red. Though it didn't take him long to notice his skin was a light blue and more disturbing, it seemed his skin and clothes were surrounded by a faint white light. "Wha…?" He stopped not wanting to ask the question on his lips. Not wanting to hear the answer to that unspoken question, he looked up to see Danny looking at him with as much fear as he felt.

"Well, how do you feel Robin?" Slade stepped down from the machine.

Robin looked his way quickly, still to shell shocked to really stand. "You-" Danny stuttered. "What have you done to him?!" Danny asked a shake in his voice. Robin took his glare from Slade to look at Danny horrified. Why did he have to ask the one question he didn't want answered? Forcing himself to his feet he took a fighting stance.

"It doesn't matter!" Robin growled. "You are going down Slade!" He pulled out his staff and it glowed slightly. Ignoring that Robin jumped for the villain.

"Oh. I don't think you understand what's going on." Slade said as he pressed a hand held button identical to the one Vlad held.

Robin scram as a shock ran through his whole body. Withering on the groaned as Slade walked up to him he glared. "You can torture me- you can even kill me- but I will never listen to you!" Robin spat.

Slade laughed. "Nice choice of words Robin." The man said grabbing him by the arm and lifting him up, somehow Robins arm fell through Slade's hand and Robin stumbled to his feet backing up. "Though I think it's quiet obvious I already have killed you."

Robin felt his body go cold. Normally, this filling of dread would make his skin tingle with shock and rage- but instead he just felt cold. Panicking, feeling his chest grow colder and colder, he stumbled back farther till he hit a counter covered with beakers and half completed gadgets. Looking back he noticed a mirror and in it he could see his reflection. His bright wide green eyes looked back at him, taking in the white mask and hair. His shirt which had been red was now green and his yellow and black cape had turned white and blue. He swallowed. "This is impossible." He whispered.

Maddie ran down a hall holding up the front of her dress so she wouldn't trip on the lace. She hated the thing. She couldn't deny that the pink was a pretty color but she hated the dress. It was cumbersome and itchy and had far too much ruffle. Though, she didn't have time to find something else to ware- she needed to find that ghost and force it to free her husband. She'd tried several doors but few of them led her anywhere, most of them were like storage rooms. One of them had nothing but Ford cars in it and the one next to that had only Chevy's. She imagined the place quiet possibly had a room for every car brand. It seemed ridiculous.

She stopped as she came around another corner leaving the strange medieval like halls she'd been running through to find herself in a large room. The hall she stepped out of opened out on a balcony that had two flights of stairs one on either side that ran down the wall leading into a large dining room area. She frowned deeply walking down the steps as she saw the clock on the wall greeting her at the landing. "6:34 nice. I'm early to a dinner I don't even want to be at."

She looked around there wasn't any real sign of life. The only thing deifying the idea of abandonment was the complete lack of dust. She walked over toward the large doors that she guess would lead into a living room or more hopefully outside. Pulling on the handle she let out a hiss of frustration as the door refused to budge. "Oh, great!" Whoever had the Fright Knight bring her here (she highly doubted the ghost had any reason to take her to such a place) they had gone out of their way to make sure she ended up in that room, and made sure there wasn't away for her to escape. Thinking back on it she realized that she hadn't even seen a single window.

Walking grudgingly over to the dining table she sat down with a huff. Sitting in the silence of the large empty room she glared at nothing in particular. Slowly a since of helplessness sank into her and she slammed her hand on to the table in defiance. Only to turn into it and rest her head on her arm. She had no idea where she was. She didn't know what she was doing there. Her husband was stuck in a world living out his worst fears, and her kids had no idea what was going on. They must have been worried. She bit her lip fighting back tears. She didn't even have any of her ghost weapons. In this situation she had nothing to work with. "What am I going to do?" She asked no one in particular.

Authors Notes: I saw that a good number of people faved or fallowed this story after I started posting again. That's nice. But I have to say it's the ones that left a review that make me feel like a million bucks!
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This chapter was much easier than the last couple. Too many things were happening at once and I apparently struggle with focusing on mutable events at once…. However things are coming together now, the characters are back on the same track- or close too- so I shouldn't have as much trouble. Now I can focused on- torcher?