Access Denied
By
Angelina
A/N Well, I'm back from my College road trip! I saw a college that I think I will be going to, YAY! Anyway, I wrote this on the road and I don't really feel like re-writing it. So this is what happens when I am on the road for ten hours a day with at least three cups of coffee, driving through the mountains, and eating several packs of sour gummy worms while singing Veggie Tales. Yeah, me and road trips are interesting things to put together.
This was inspired by Evilfuzz's 'Access Denied' on Deviantart. http:/evilfuzz. deviantart. com/art /Access-Denied- 262545943 (spaces removed)
Robin typed away furiously, another firewall crashing under his expert fingers. Arg! This is taking too long!
The young hacker had spent the last ten minutes trying to get into this computer, which just so happened to hold the key information for the latest Cadmus project. He knew he was putting his team in jeopardy by taking so long but the League needed the information and he was hacking as fast as he could. He cursed silently, some bimbo decided to up the security level after his last visit to the company. Why couldn't they just keep their old security systems? That would make life so much easier.
Come on, come one! Uhg! Why can't you go any faster! Wait, got it! Just a few more keystrokes…
Suddenly a force slammed into his back, knocking him forward. It took a full second for Robin's brain to figure out what had happened. A rough hand clamped around his mouth, muffling the pain filled scream that erupted from the Boy Wonder's lips. His eyes went wide with agony and flitted down to see a lance about two inches in diameter protruding from his chest, his crimson blood dripping from the tip.
"Access denied, Bat Brat." Sportsmaster… crap.
The hand released him and the lance was pulled slowly from his back. With nothing to hold him up, Robin crumbled to the ground, grimacing when his landing jarred the wound. Blood spilled forth from the two inch hole in his chest to pool around his small form.
Sportsmaster loomed over the fallen bird, the bloody lance gripped in his hand. He sneered evilly before bringing his foot down on the hole in Robin's chest, cruelly crushing the boy's ribs. Robin gave a strangled gurgling noise as blood flowed from his mouth. Sportsmaster brought the bloody lance up again, his foot keeping the squirming acrobat in place. "Tell Batman I send my regards."
Just before Sportsmaster brought down the lance, in what would surely have been a killing blow, Robin managed to extract an electric buzzer from his utility belt. He clapped it against the leg pushing into his chest and smiled inwardly when Sportsmaster gave a cry of pain and fell off of him, breaking the lance in the process.
Before the villain could re-gain his feet Robin had his wrist-computer out. He pulled up the buildings security system and hit a red button on the screen. All over the base Klaxons began blaring, red lights flashed, and an automated voice instructed the evacuation of the building.
Sportsmaster stood and threw the worthless pieces of lance away from him. He advanced towards Robin, the little bird tried to scramble backwards on his elbows but he kept slipping in his own blood. The villain was almost on him when Robin finally gave up escape attempts and lay back in defeat.
The sound of Superboy's arrival could be heard over the cacophony of the security system. Sportsmaster looked from the little bird lying on the floor, surrounded by blood, and gasping for air to an enraged Superboy. The villain faded into the shadows. "Until next time, Robin."
Robin gave a mirthless laugh and let his head fall back to the floor with a dull thud, his eyes slipping closed.
Kid Flash watched anxiously as Kaldur tried to revive an unconscious Megan. The Martian had taken a hit with one of the energy weapons the guards were sporting. Luckily it hadn't killed her, but she was still not responding to anything they had tried.
"I hear more guards coming!" Superboy called.
"Robin better hurry up." The speedster grumbled.
The team looked uncertain of what to do until Kaldur spoke up. "I need to get Megan out of here. Superboy, Kid Flash: find Robin. Artemis: come with me." The leader instructed, scooping up the unconscious Martian and jogging for the exit, Artemis on his heels with an arrow nocked to her bow.
Kid Flash and Superboy, who had recently acquired superspeed, dashed off in search of their youngest teammate. Suddenly Klaxons began blaring, red lights flashed obnoxiously, and an automated voice gave orders for evacuation.
Superboy swore loudly and Kid Flash reached for his ear, activating his com unit. "Robin, dude, the alarms are going crazy."
No one answered.
"Robin! Robin, come in. ROBIN! D*** it Boy Wonder, you'd better be alright."
No one answered.
The speedster looked over to Superboy, concern etched into his face.
The clone immediately stopped and a look of intense concentration crossed his face before he took off at full speed, calling over his shoulder to Kid Flash. "This way, hurry!"
Kid Flash took off after the clone, arriving in time to see Superboy charge after a fleeing Sportsmaster. But what caught his attention more than anything was the small, unmoving figure lying limply on the floor, wreathed in a puddle of scarlet blood.
No! Oh please God, no. Come on Rob, you better not be dead!
The speedster skidded to a halt and fell to his knees in the pool of blood. He reached out towards his best friend, but his hand stopped as he saw the gaping hole in the boy's chest. Experience told him that had probably hit an artery and punctured a lung. He looked away, scared that his friend was dead.
"He got away!" The sound of Superboy barreling back into the room snapped Kid Flash out of his state of disbelief and the speedster began scrambling at Robin's neck for a pulse. After a few terrifying seconds he felt a weak pulse beneath his fingers. He sighed with relief and turned his attention to the gaping hole in his best friend's chest. Superboy was now kneeling on Robin's other side, staring in horror at the limp body of his teammate and friend.
"Superboy, I need you to put pressure on his wound." Kid Flash guided the clone's hands to the wound and nodded in satisfaction when Superboy applied the right amount of pressure. Robin didn't even flinch.
"KF to Aqualad."
"Kid Flash, what is the matter?"
"Robin's hurt, bad."
"Get him out as soon as possible; I will have the ship prepared."
"Ok, KF out."
Kid Flash turned back to his best friend. The kid was sheet white, his face a deathly pale that only highlighted the crimson blood leaking from his mouth all the more. "What did you get yourself into this time, Rob?" he mumbled quietly as he started to inch his arms underneath the boy's legs and back. He was stopped by a blood covered hand.
"I'm stronger."
Kid Flash considered this for a moment before nodding and allowing Superboy to take his best friend from his arms. As soon as the clone had Robin securely in his clutches he took off, sprinting for the ship as fast as he could, the speedster right on his heels.
Robin cracked his eyes open slightly, the bright white lights hurt his sensitive orbs. He could feel himself moving, someone was shouting out orders above him and he tried to ask them to keep the noise down but he couldn't get his tongue to work. He didn't know where he was or what was going on, all he knew was the intense pain he was in and the overwhelming fear that was clutching him in its icy grip.
Suddenly someone seized his hand and held it tightly. "Shh, everything is going to be alright."
The voice was gentle and so familiar. Robin let his eyes slip closed as he listened to its comforting tones.
Bruce stared down silently at his comatose ward. The boy had been sleeping for nearly four days now. He had woken once, right before surgery, but since then he hadn't stirred.
The billionaire silently cursed Sportsmaster for the 431st time (yes he kept count). The first chance he got he was going to beat that man to a pulp. In fact, he wanted desperately to be out searching for the worthless piece of trash, but the still form of his son stopped him. His plans of revenge would be put on hold until he knew that Richard would be alright.
And so his vigil progressed; hours upon hours of sitting, praying that his son would alright, that it was not a mistake to let him be Robin.
Midnight was nearing and sleep was beginning to creep up on Bruce. The man stretched and stood stiffly from his straight-backed chair. He headed toward the door to the infirmary, where he knew Wally would be waiting; he would make the kid get him some coffee.
Just as his hand wearily fell on the cold metal doorknob he was stopped by an increased beeping noise as Dick's heart monitor sped up. At a speed that would have almost made Flash proud, Bruce was at Dick's bedside. He held one of the boy's small hands in his own. "Richard. Dick. Come one Dickie. It's time to wake up now."
It took Dick almost a full minute to get his eyes open; to Bruce it felt like whole lifetimes. Finally the little bird's crystal blue orbs were blinking up at his mentor.
The older man breathed a sigh of relief, squeezing the boy's hand. With his free hand, he gently stroked the black bangs from Dick's forehead, whispering reassurances as the boy struggled to come out of his drug induced fog. The two stayed like that for several minutes before recognition flashed across Dick's face. A small hand reached for his chest, where his lung had collapsed.
Bruce caught hold of it and placed it back beneath the thin blanket that covered the boy. "Easy Dick, don't try moving too much yet. How do you feel?" I was worried.
Dick glared at his mentor. "How ya… thin' I feel?" I'll be fine.
Bruce gave a small chuckle before Batman crossed his features, his tone almost harsh as he berated the injured boy. "Don't you ever scare me like that again!" I love you.
Dick grinned like an idiot. "Ya' said… tha'… las' ime." I know.
Bruce's eyes narrowed "Good Lord Dick! How many times will I have to say it before you get it through that thick skull of yours?" I'm glad you're alright.
The boy laughed slightly before wincing at the pain that the action sent lancing through his chest.
Bruce's features softened and he reached out to resume stroking the boy's hair. After a few moments Dick had calmed down and Bruce withdrew his hand, standing up as he did so. "The rest of the team has been asking about you."
Dick gave a small smirk; Bruce had likely banned them from entering his sick room. The man was intensely protective and he wouldn't even let his teammates visit him when he was injured.
"I imagine they would like to see you."
Dick nodded and Bruce turned for the door.
"D-dad."
The hand that was clutching the cold metal doorknob faltered and Bruce looked over his shoulder at his son.
"Yes?"
"Thank you."
Bruce smiled softly. "You're welcome."
A/N The italics is the last part of the story was Bat-speak for anyone who was confused. Yeah…
The Megan/Conner relationship is really getting annoying. I kind of liked it when Megan was flirting with Conner and Conner had no clue what was happening but their relationship is getting steadily more annoying, I am now wishing that it will all blow up. Sorry if there are Supermartian fans out there, but I am really annoyed with the relationship, it is so one dimensional and they don't even have a reason for feeling so strongly towards one another. Completely unrelated to my story but I needed to vent.
Anyway, I hope you alls have been reading my author's notes as this is where I let you have a say in the next chapter. For the next installments I want to open this up for requests. Leave a request in a review or private message and if I like it I will attempt to write it. The first one I actually owe to ProtectorKorii from way back in chapter 13, yeah I finally got around to that.
So to summarize: I really don't like SuperMartian; I will be opening up the next few chapters to requests, just leave me your idea in a review or PM; and the next chapter will be ProtectorKorii's request from chapter 13 (unless my muse decides it wants to chase butterflies instead of writing, in which case you will get whatever ridiculous story I come up with after at least three cups of coffee. Hooray for caffeine!)
Completely off topic question: who do you think would win in a battle a fighting skill alone: Chuck Norris or Batman? (Batman would be fighting without his utility belt)