The Titans waited uneasily in the waiting room of the hospital. Finally, a doctor emerged from the E.R.
"I have good news and bad news," the doctor said. "The good news is your friend will live, and he should heal properly." "What's the bad news?" asked Cyborg. "It will be several months before you can take your friend home, and even then he will have to use a wheelchair. Both of his legs are broken, as well as his right arm. He also suffered from a mild concussion, and he is unconcious at the moment." "When can we visit him?" asked Starfire. "In a few months," replied the doctor. "A few meaning...?" said Beast Boy. "I'd say at least two," said the doctor. "Now you kids go home and get some rest. Your friend will be fine."
The Titans waited three months before going to check on the hooded figure. They arrived a the hospital in time for the visiting hours. "May we go in?" Robin asked the nurse. She smiled and replied, "You certainly may." The Titans entered to find the figure in a hospital gown and his black mask. "Nice outfit," commented Beast Boy. "I didn't ask for your input," said the figure crossly. "Hey, man, sorry about sendin' you on that road trip," said Cyborg. "Ha, ha! Road trip!" laughed Beast Boy. "It wasn't THAT funny, Beast Boy," said Robin. "I'll say," muttered the figure. "So," said Robin. "Since you'll be staying with us once you leave the hospital, what would you like us to call you?" "Call me Hood," replied the figure.
After several months of waiting, the Titans were finally allowed to take Hood back to the tower. When they got to the hospital, Hood was already dressed, cape and all. He was ina wheelchair sporting two black casts on his legs and another on his right arm. "Come on, Hood," said Robin. "Time to go home." Hood consented without struggling. When they returned to the tower, they locked Hood in his room - a room with thick reinforced steel walls and doors and no windows. It was fully furnished and painted black. "Don't try anthing. We've set up an alarm system, surveillance cameras, and the steel walls, floor, and ceiling are all ten feet thick," Cyborg said to Hood. "I can't even move," replied Hood. "What makes you think I'd try anything?" Cyborg ignored him and said, "We'll bring your supper at six."
