A/N: Oops, it's later than I thought! I got this done last night and got distracted doing something else. On the upside, the rough plan for this fic is officially set. So, yay! Progress! Anyway, thank you all for the support you've given me up to this point. I really shouldn't underestimate the fans. Anyway, enjoy!

10-Windows

Robin put his mask back on with no small amount of relief. The medical examiner gave him a bemused look but didn't comment. Was she used to that sort of thing?

She didn't comment about it, handing him back his gloves instead.t"All right, if you wait here for a few minutes, someone will be here to speak with you about your problem."

Robin really didn't like that turn of phrase but it was better than saying they didn't plan to hear him out at all.

He nodded his thanks and sat back in the chair. He wasn't exactly comfortable on this side of the chair, but he could endure it for a while. He knew Raven was alive. He could figure out what to do next from here.

What condition was she in? What kind of world was this? Could he bring her back? Should he?

This was why he had trouble with teamwork and downtime. Too many darn variables.

She had sounded all right, though that didn't really say anything. She had to be close by, considering the clear voice. Not even she could keep up a long-distance telepathic link… supposedly. At the very least, they were in the same place. He couldn't sense her now, but the link had always been more of a one way sidewalk.

What if she didn't want to leave?

Robin ended up not being able to think that question through. The door opened and a woman walked in. It was a stride like holding her head up high was a slow-taught process with lots of back pushes and steady retreads. Her red eyes didn't even twitch from his face. Without thinking, Robin found himself tensing in his chair.

Well, she was threatening. Probably on par with someone from the League if she tried.

The woman's gaze softened a little, but it was so minute that Robin couldn't help but wonder if he'd done something wrong. "My name is Fate Testarossa Harlaown. I am an Enforcer of the Dimensional Bureau, a high ranking officer typically stationed off-world. According to the report, you crash-landed here unintentionally without any Device, correct?"

"Uh… yes?" He was getting the distinct impression that she didn't like him.

Harlaown continued, as though rattling off the misdeeds to a criminal with the cuffs already on. "All of your confiscated weapons lack a magical affinity, therefore you have likely come into contact with a Lost Logia with dimensional abilities."

"I honestly expected to end up in a place that was surrounded by fire and rocks and with more monsters." Robin sat back. He couldn't let her rattle him, even though he had an idea that all of the terminology usage was meant to unnerve him. He'd seen enough interrogations that said good and bad cop was a bigger lie than romance novels. Her eyes said she was looking for something specific.

"Why?" She sat in the chair at long last, arms folded in her lap. There wasn't a recorder in sight, but an odd yellow gem seemed to flash in the light. Device? Probably.

Robin decided for candid. If she was going to fish, who was he to stop her? He was in the bad spot here. "I was looking for my friend with an… associate." He skipped past the bit about Slade. He was hoping he was dead now. Doubtful. "The place I was in until now was like a journey to the center of the earth. Lava, fire monsters, earthquakes, you get my point." He paused, recalling the last few seconds before the crash. "Last thing I remember is opening a door, and everything went dark."

"Then you were here." Harlaown's voice had taken on a quiet, thoughtful glint. "You asked the soldiers about a girl with purple hair. Do you still think she's here?"

"Do you know her? Is she safe?" The second question blurted out before he could stop it and Robin almost wanted to kick himself. He was still in a bad position.

Yet, and yet, the woman was smiling. "Yes, and yes." The tension eased from her shoulders and Harlaown's eyes grew warm. "Thank you for answering so freely, Robin, was it? I was concerned you were someone else."

The air in the room had changed. Positive, the power of the room was shifting. Well, he didn't think he was going to be blown up anymore at least. He inched forward in the chair. "Someone else."

"Whoever it was that hurt her." The calm in that voice was a lie. She was furious.

Not that he could blame her. "That would be her father, Trigon." That's the one we can do something about, anyway. Raven had admitted that Azarath was dead and gone.

The spark of recognition never came, or at least Robin missed it, but she nodded. "She mentioned something like that." A thoughtful pause crept between them before Fate spoke again. "Would you like to see her?"

If he had nodded any faster, his head would have fallen off of his neck.