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LOCATION: Unknown (Earth's upper atmosphere)
"Better hurry up, dear, or you'll be late for school!" Rang a voice in Robin's skull.
"Wha- What's going on?" Robin asked groggily. His world disappeared and reappeared under his eyelids, making him nauseas.
"Wake up, Lazybones!" the voice rang again. Robin screamed as he felt a thunderbolt stream through his arm.
"Nothing like a little electricity to jump start the day! Now wake up, all of you!" The voice cackled. Robin recognized it as the maniacal voice of his captor, Dr. Tyr. Robin also recognized his was no longer in his holding cell; he was now in a large room, a bizarre cross between a zoo, a lab, and a computer lab. He scanned the room for his friends with no avail, but then saw that each member of his team was on their own monitor.
"I trust you all enjoyed yourselves?" Dr. Tyr asked, walking into view.
Robin was filled with anger as the doctor approached. He tried to lash out, but found himself bound to his spot. He strained against his restraints, but his muscles screamed at the effort. He slumped down, unable to vent his rage or pain.
"Now Robin, don't judge my hospitality so harshly. What do you think this is, a Holiday Inn?" Dr. Tyr asked, laughing hysterically at his jest.
"Laugh while you can, Tyr!" Robin spat.
"That's right, Robin. Threaten me, scorn me!" Dr. Tyr said, becoming deathly serious. "Hate me, despise me, curse me! Wish my doom, pray for my death, hope for my suffering!" Tyr continued. "It's all we can do! It's all we know! Hate, suffering, fear, pain and death- five words for our wretched existence!"
Dr. Tyr grabbed his head, letting out an unholy scream. He stumbled towards a lab table, smashing beakers aside, grasping a syringe full of silvery fluid. He sighed contentedly as he thrust the needle deep into his arm, injecting the liquid into his bloodstream. As soon as he did, his behavior transformed from erratic to austere.
"Forgive me, Robin. I seem to have lost my head," He said, his voice devoid of emotion.
"What is it you want with us?" Robin demanded.
"What I want with you? Tut tut, boy. No banter? No repartee, insults or witty comebacks? I'm starting to worry about your generation," Dr. Tyr said. "But I suppose I do owe a few explanations, don't I? But I'm not stupid. I can see the wheels turning in your head already!" Dr. Tyr said. "At any rate, the reason you're here isn't because I want you or your friends."
"Then let us go!" Robin yelled.
Tyr's silver eye flashed. Suddenly, Robin's leg erupted in pain. "Will you let me finish?" He asked.
"Ok! Just stop it!" Robin yelled through clenched teeth. The pain in his leg subsided, though it was still sore.
"Anyway, you and your friends are my 'meal ticket' per say. And that's all I have to say for now," Dr. Tyr said, walking out of the room. "I'm opening the communication channels, so feel free to talk to your friends. I'm sure they all want to talk about there day!" Dr. Tyr asked, leaving the lab.
When he had gone, Robin croaked, "Are you all ok?"
"Robin! It is good to hear your voice again!" Starfire said, her voice a harmony of joy and sorrow.
"I'm ok. Though we gotta stop by Comp USA when we leave," Cyborg commented.
"Raven and Beast Boy?" Robin asked.
"I don't know if I can go back in the box..." Raven said quietly. Her normally passive voice had a tinge of fear in it, and her eyes twitched constantly. Robin could tell her emotional repression was not made for this.
"Just stay strong. Remember your training, Raven. We'll be out of here lickety-split," Robin said, consoling his friend.
"How're you holding up, BB?" Cyborg asked. He was answered by silence.
"Beast Boy? Can you hear us?" Robin asked. He looked at the monitor. Beast Boy wasn't moving, his face raked with scars. Either he was unconscious, or worse...
"Beast Boy!? BEAST BOY!" The titans yelled.
"I'm sorry, the requested number is not in service. Please try again later!" Dr. Tyr's voice cackled. Robin grimaced as Tyr came on screen.
"He's alive, Robin, if that's what you planned on asking," Tyr said, anticipating Robin's response. Robin saw that he wore a surgeon's uniform, and that Beast Boy had been strapped to an operating table. Robin put two and two together, cursing the evil doctor with every fiber in his being.
He refused to let the anger control him, however. He pushed his rage- filled words away, saying, "If you touch one hair on his head, Tyr, I swear on my life that you'll be begging for death."
"Amazing isn't it, Robin, that I am privileged with a base like this! State of the art technology, an atmosphere to myself, and my own Starbucks machine! The only problem is, I never seem to have anything to experiment on. Animals never last long here. At least, not until I've improved them. But your friend offers a unique case, so I thought I'd just have poke around. You can watch if you want," Dr. Tyr said, ignoring Robin's threat.
Robin did not respond, but turned his head.
"Oh well, suit yourself," Tyr replied. "But if you change your mind, I'm on channel 12." With that he went to work, canceling the video feed.
Robin's mind exploded in anger. Tyr caused the brunt of it, but Robin was also frustrated with himself for his inability to help his team. What kind of leader was he?
Robin pushed the thought from his head. Beating himself up wouldn't save his team. Right now, though, the most he could do was hope for Beast Boy's safety. As he heard Dr. Tyr's cackle from far off, he could tell Beast Boy was going to need it...
LOCATION: Unknown (Earth's upper atmosphere)
"Better hurry up, dear, or you'll be late for school!" Rang a voice in Robin's skull.
"Wha- What's going on?" Robin asked groggily. His world disappeared and reappeared under his eyelids, making him nauseas.
"Wake up, Lazybones!" the voice rang again. Robin screamed as he felt a thunderbolt stream through his arm.
"Nothing like a little electricity to jump start the day! Now wake up, all of you!" The voice cackled. Robin recognized it as the maniacal voice of his captor, Dr. Tyr. Robin also recognized his was no longer in his holding cell; he was now in a large room, a bizarre cross between a zoo, a lab, and a computer lab. He scanned the room for his friends with no avail, but then saw that each member of his team was on their own monitor.
"I trust you all enjoyed yourselves?" Dr. Tyr asked, walking into view.
Robin was filled with anger as the doctor approached. He tried to lash out, but found himself bound to his spot. He strained against his restraints, but his muscles screamed at the effort. He slumped down, unable to vent his rage or pain.
"Now Robin, don't judge my hospitality so harshly. What do you think this is, a Holiday Inn?" Dr. Tyr asked, laughing hysterically at his jest.
"Laugh while you can, Tyr!" Robin spat.
"That's right, Robin. Threaten me, scorn me!" Dr. Tyr said, becoming deathly serious. "Hate me, despise me, curse me! Wish my doom, pray for my death, hope for my suffering!" Tyr continued. "It's all we can do! It's all we know! Hate, suffering, fear, pain and death- five words for our wretched existence!"
Dr. Tyr grabbed his head, letting out an unholy scream. He stumbled towards a lab table, smashing beakers aside, grasping a syringe full of silvery fluid. He sighed contentedly as he thrust the needle deep into his arm, injecting the liquid into his bloodstream. As soon as he did, his behavior transformed from erratic to austere.
"Forgive me, Robin. I seem to have lost my head," He said, his voice devoid of emotion.
"What is it you want with us?" Robin demanded.
"What I want with you? Tut tut, boy. No banter? No repartee, insults or witty comebacks? I'm starting to worry about your generation," Dr. Tyr said. "But I suppose I do owe a few explanations, don't I? But I'm not stupid. I can see the wheels turning in your head already!" Dr. Tyr said. "At any rate, the reason you're here isn't because I want you or your friends."
"Then let us go!" Robin yelled.
Tyr's silver eye flashed. Suddenly, Robin's leg erupted in pain. "Will you let me finish?" He asked.
"Ok! Just stop it!" Robin yelled through clenched teeth. The pain in his leg subsided, though it was still sore.
"Anyway, you and your friends are my 'meal ticket' per say. And that's all I have to say for now," Dr. Tyr said, walking out of the room. "I'm opening the communication channels, so feel free to talk to your friends. I'm sure they all want to talk about there day!" Dr. Tyr asked, leaving the lab.
When he had gone, Robin croaked, "Are you all ok?"
"Robin! It is good to hear your voice again!" Starfire said, her voice a harmony of joy and sorrow.
"I'm ok. Though we gotta stop by Comp USA when we leave," Cyborg commented.
"Raven and Beast Boy?" Robin asked.
"I don't know if I can go back in the box..." Raven said quietly. Her normally passive voice had a tinge of fear in it, and her eyes twitched constantly. Robin could tell her emotional repression was not made for this.
"Just stay strong. Remember your training, Raven. We'll be out of here lickety-split," Robin said, consoling his friend.
"How're you holding up, BB?" Cyborg asked. He was answered by silence.
"Beast Boy? Can you hear us?" Robin asked. He looked at the monitor. Beast Boy wasn't moving, his face raked with scars. Either he was unconscious, or worse...
"Beast Boy!? BEAST BOY!" The titans yelled.
"I'm sorry, the requested number is not in service. Please try again later!" Dr. Tyr's voice cackled. Robin grimaced as Tyr came on screen.
"He's alive, Robin, if that's what you planned on asking," Tyr said, anticipating Robin's response. Robin saw that he wore a surgeon's uniform, and that Beast Boy had been strapped to an operating table. Robin put two and two together, cursing the evil doctor with every fiber in his being.
He refused to let the anger control him, however. He pushed his rage- filled words away, saying, "If you touch one hair on his head, Tyr, I swear on my life that you'll be begging for death."
"Amazing isn't it, Robin, that I am privileged with a base like this! State of the art technology, an atmosphere to myself, and my own Starbucks machine! The only problem is, I never seem to have anything to experiment on. Animals never last long here. At least, not until I've improved them. But your friend offers a unique case, so I thought I'd just have poke around. You can watch if you want," Dr. Tyr said, ignoring Robin's threat.
Robin did not respond, but turned his head.
"Oh well, suit yourself," Tyr replied. "But if you change your mind, I'm on channel 12." With that he went to work, canceling the video feed.
Robin's mind exploded in anger. Tyr caused the brunt of it, but Robin was also frustrated with himself for his inability to help his team. What kind of leader was he?
Robin pushed the thought from his head. Beating himself up wouldn't save his team. Right now, though, the most he could do was hope for Beast Boy's safety. As he heard Dr. Tyr's cackle from far off, he could tell Beast Boy was going to need it...