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To vi – Thanks for your review! I'm so glad you liked the last chapter! I thought you would like the bits of Kory and Dick, and the Kory and Rachel. I love the Forever Evil and Court of Owls storylines but I think I would actually be okay with every comic book storyline except for the Mirage and the Tarantula and Blockbuster storylines. Don't need that. Hope you like this chapter!

To Isa Ceballos – Thanks for your review! You will find out soon! Hope you like this chapter!

To Ki11er18001 – I have considered it. When I first started planning my Prince of Gotham story, I was originally planning on revealing at the end that Slade had actually been hired by the Court of Owls and that would lead into a sequel story, but it felt too similar to my Young Justice Wings of the Night story so I didn't do it. I have thought about still writing a sequel that will focus on the Court but haven't decided yet. At the moment, I'm working on another Young Justice story, a Batman one and a different Titans story.

Enjoy!

As the hours continued to pass, the Titans began to start dozing off. They remained in Dick's room, watching over him but nothing seemed to be happening. There had been no updates from Bruce on a cure and Dick was hardly responding to anything. Dr. Mid-Nite, and occasionally Kory and Rachel, would wake him but he would only moan and blink his eyes, then fall back asleep. And despite Kory constantly laying freezing cold clothes over his forehead, Dick's fever continued to rise.

The sound of the door opening drew Kory's attention to it, but when she saw it was just Dr. Mid-Nite, she turned back to Dick. He had been coming and going so often that he no longer disturbed Hank, Dawn, Gar and Conner who had actually managed to fall asleep in their chairs. Donna and Roy, who were about to do the same, glanced up at him but didn't say anything. Neither did Kory or Rachel, who were still wide awake and keeping a close eye on the Titans' leader.

Dr. Mid-Nite gave them a small smile in greeting then walked over to Dick's side. Rachel obligingly pushed herself and her chair out of the way, though she didn't look happy about it. Checking the monitors, the doctor/superhero frowned. Despite all their attempts, Dick's fever was still rising and was getting dangerously high levels. He would do all he could, but he wasn't sure how much longer Dick would be able to hold out.

Deciding it would be best to give his patient some more Tylenol to help combat his fever, the doctor started shaking Dick's shoulder to wake him up. There were really only two ways to give someone Tylenol as there wasn't an IV form of it. He had managed to get Dick to swallow some earlier and he really hoped he'd be able to do it again. He was positive that Dick wouldn't like having to do it the other way, even if he was unconscious. However, Dick didn't respond to the shaking at all. Dr. Mid-Nite moved to rub his fist against the younger man's sternum, and that got a twitch from him, but nothing else.

"What's going on?" Rachel fearfully asked, loud enough that it woke up those were who sleeping.

"He's not waking up." Dr. Mid-Nite answered looking up at them, doing his best to keep his fear off his face. "At all."

However, his words had all of them panicking. They all got to their feet and came closer to the bed. Rachel, who was already there, grabbed his hand and quietly said, "Dick?"

Dick didn't respond to Rachel either, or the growing noise as everyone started moving to see what was going on. Dr. Mid-Nite tried again to wake him with pressure to his sternum, but then, a machine behind him started blaring. Looking over at the monitors to see what was going on, Dr. Mid-Nite's eyes widened in shock.

"What's that?" Kory asked worriedly.

"His temperature is spiking." Dr. Mid-Nite told her, looking over the monitors. When he saw what screens were saying, he yelled out to no one in particular, "I need ice, now!"

"I can make ice." Conner quickly informed him, taking a step closer to the doctor.

"Then come with me, now!" Dr. Mid-Nite ordered and rushed out of the room. Conner, though a little stunned, followed right behind him.

The others watched them leave then surrounded the bed. They knew that Dick was getting worse, but due to their exhaustion and dozing off, they hadn't seen how bad he had truly gotten. His cheeks were bright red, as was his neck, but the rest of his body was pale. His hair was completely soaked with sweat. Same with his clothes. Even the thin sheet covering him looked like it was starting to get damp. And his breathing had gotten shallower and more raspy.

"Hold on Dick." Rachel pleaded, squeezing his hand so tight that she wondered if she was hurting him. If she was, he didn't react at all.

Minutes later, the door opened again as the doctor and clone came back into the room. In the doctor's arms, was a large, plastic, zip-lock bag completely filled with chunks of ice. Behind him, Conner was carrying at least ten more. As they came over to the bed, Roy stated, "That's a lot."

"Lift him up." Dr. Mid-Nite told them, holding out one of the bags, ignoring Roy. Hank quickly stepped closer and carefully lifted Dick into a sitting position. Once he was up, Dr. Mid-Nite placed the bag on the mattress then helped Hank lay Dick back down on top of the ice. As soon as he was down, he started grabbing more bags from Conner and placed them over Dick's chest, stomach and legs.

"Isn't this dangerous?" Rachel asked as Dr. Mid-Nite then started putting more bags under Dick's arms.

"No, not when his temp is this high." Gar chimed in from his spot at the foot of the bed while the doctor started putting the smaller bags around Dick's head and neck. He even took off the cloth Kory had put on to place one of the ice bags there.

"Won't that hurt his head?" Rachel questioned. A brain surrounded by ice did not sound good at all. At that, Dr. Mid-Nite looked over at her and his words chilled her and everyone else to the bone.

"With his temperature this high, his brain is going to start swelling, which can and will cause permanent brain damage if we let it go too long. We need to cool him down as fast as possible."

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Roughly 20 minutes later, everything in the room seemed to have calm down slightly. The monitors showed that Dick's fever was starting to go down a little. And the cold of the ice was helping bring Dick back around. He had started shifting a little, clearly uncomfortable with all the ice surrounding him and started making noises which was good. He still wasn't fully waking up whenever someone tried to wake him, but he was able to instinctively swallow more Tylenol. The doctor considered that a plus.

"Well?" Gar asked when Dr. Mid-Nite stared at the screen silently.

"Still not where I'd like it, but it's lower than before." He answered, glancing back at Dick.

"Isn't there anything we can do?" Conner spoke up, hating that all they were doing was sitting around and watching. He wanted to do something to help.

Shaking his head, the superhero/doctor said, "Not without an antidote."

"And Bruce still isn't any closer to finding one?" Roy then questioned, clenching and unclenching his fists.

"He's trying, but whatever it is, it's not on any database." Dr. Mid-Nite replied without glancing at the archer. "It might even be a man-made concoction or something."

"Can't he just make a cure? Hasn't he done that before?" Donna wondered, remembering Dick mentioning that Bruce had made antidotes for the toxins the psycho villains in Gotham would use.

"Doing that isn't as easy as it sounds." Dr. Mid-Nite responded, looking at Wonder Woman's former sidekick for a few seconds before turning his gaze back to his patient, shifting the ice bags a little.

"And Jericho doesn't know?" Dawn chimed in. He had been in Slade's head for the last five years. He should've seen Slade buy or make the poison he used.

"Slade apparently did a really good job of keeping that bit of information to himself." Dr. Mid-Nite had gone to see Batman a couple of times just to check on his progress and offer any help he could but so far there was nothing.

"We should just go down to the Slade's cell and make him tell us." Hank growled, clenching his fists and crossing his arms.

"He won't. He wants us all to pay, especially Dick." Dawn told him, looking sadly at the man lying in the hospital bed.

"And we can't just beat him up until talks because of his training and healing factor." Roy joined in, recalling Dick telling him about why Slade was such a dangerous ally.

"It's worth a try." Hank stated. "Plus, I don't know about you guys, but I'd love to punch Slade's face in."

"Coming from the guy who punched Dick in the face and blamed him for Jericho's death when he was a fully-informed and willing participant in the plan." Gar shot, turning to glare at the older, taller man.

Hank stared at him, clearly surprised at Gar's words before his expression turned to fury. Instead of lashing out at the teenager though, he turned around and stormed out of the room. Dawn looked back at forth between the door and Gar before she followed after her boyfriend, calling out his name as she went.

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Dawn quickly caught up to the fellow blonde in the hallway and grabbed his arm, only for him to pull away from her angrily. Undeterred, she grabbed his arm again with enough strength to force him to turn to face her as she said, "Hey, calm down."

"I just, need to punch something." He told her, pulling away again. Unable to hold in his anger, he turned and punched the wall closest to him. Luckily, whatever material the walls were made of were strong that the punch didn't leave a dent. However, that meant that it hurt a lot more than Hank had expected and actually made him hiss in pain.

"Hank." Dawn admonished as Hank clutched his fist to his chest protectively. He glanced over at her, then leaned his back against the wall and slid to the floor, all anger now gone.

"I know I was a jacka**, and I am still a bit angry, but I don't want him to die." Hank said quietly, staring at the floor.

"I know. And I'm sure Gar knows too. He's just, upset and we're easy targets right now." Dawn told him, sitting down beside him and putting a comforting hand on his shoulder.

"Like Dick was for us." Hank realized. Looking over at her, he explained, "We were upset about what happened to Jericho and Dick was an easy target. Especially since we thought Slade was dead."

"Yeah." Dawn whispered, averting her gaze to stare at the ground, an immense guilt weighing on her chest.

Dawn knew, had always known that Dick never wanted to use Jericho. That he had questioned if they should ever since he found out Jericho existed. She had seen firsthand how close those two got. They had all grown close to the boy, but Dick got the closest. And because of that, he felt the most guilt for using him. Dick always had a big heart for people. She knew how much Jericho's supposed death would hurt him, how he'd blame himself and she let him. Not only that, she blamed him too. They all did. And they all walked out on him. Twice. And now he was dying.

Hank barely registered Dawn's hand rubbing his shoulder. His thoughts were solely on the young man lying in a hospital bed fighting for his life. As angry as he was, he never wished death upon Dick. When he first met him, Hank thought he was a cocky punk. A lot like Jason actually. Then he realized it wasn't cockiness, it was joy and excitement. He loved running across the roofs and swinging through the air. As he got to know the first Robin more, he saw the hope and heart that Robin had come to represent, and the thirst for justice. He reminded him so much of Don.

Then when sh*t the fan with the whole Jericho thing, all Hank felt was fury and disappointment. Jericho was innocent in all of this. He regretted ever agreeing to use him to get to his father and that, like almost every emotion he felt, came out in anger. And since Dick was the one who found Jericho in the first place, the anger locked on him. It didn't help that he was still a bit upset that Dawn started dating him even though he tried to hide it and act like everything was fine and he was cool with it. Ever since Wally yelled at them last night though, his words kept replaying over and over. He was right. They were all to blame, none of them just wanted to believe it. Suddenly, a distant but still loud alarm went off, pulling Hank out of his thoughts.

"What's that?" Hank asked. Dawn however didn't answer. Instead, a fearful expression came upon her face as she stood up and ran back down the hallway towards Dick's room. Hank ran right after her, but he didn't catch up until she was standing in front of the observation window, staring into Dick's room.

"Oh my G*d." Dawn mumbled as she took in the scene before her. Hank, having stopped when he reached her, also froze. It was a little hard to see because of all the people in the room, but they could see that something was wrong with Dick. It looked like his entire body was shaking.

Dawn pushed down the shock and rushed back into the room with Hank and shouted, "What's happening?"

"He's seizing." Dr. Mid-Nite answered, doing something with the Dick's IV.

The two stared in horror as they slowly moved over to the others. Roy, Conner and Gar were holding the ice bags that were laying on Dick moments earlier. They must've pulled them off as soon as Dick started shaking. Rachel was quietly sobbing into Kory's arms while the alien tried to comfort her. And Donna was standing frozen near the door, her skin paled to a snow-like white.

It felt like hours, but was probably only a minute, before Dick stopped moving. Dr. Mid-Nite let out a relieved sigh, then gestured for Roy, Gar and Conner to bring back the ice bags. Together, the four of them put the ice back on their sick friend, but when Roy turned back to the others, he noticed someone missing.

"Where did Donna go?" Roy suddenly asked. From the confused expressions on everyone else's faces, they hadn't noticed that she had left either and Roy felt a new, different kind of concern sneak into his stomach.

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Donna strode through the halls to her room, not paying any attention to anything around her. Not that there was anything around to distract her. There was no one in the halls. There probably wasn't anyone else in the Watchtower except for them. Even if there was though, she wouldn't let anyone or anything get in her way. She was on a mission and nothing was going to stop her from completing it.

Once she was in her room, she went straight to where she put her suit and grabbed her lasso. She had been thinking about this ever since they learned that Slade had poisoned Dick, and the longer they waited for Jericho and Bruce to figure out an antidote, the more she thought about it. The only reason she hadn't brought it up was because in order for it to work, her will had to be stronger than Slade and considering how much he wanted them, wanted Dick, to pay, she wasn't sure if her lasso would work. Not to mention his enhancements might also work in his favour.

Now though, she was more than willing to try anything. Slade had already taken Garth from her. Had killed Jillian. Had made them think they were responsible for Jericho's death. She wasn't going to let Dick die. He didn't deserve it, hadn't deserved everything he had gone through the last five years. Didn't deserve everything that they, that she, had put him through. She was going to fix it, no matter what it took.

With her lasso in hand, Donna made her way down to where Slade was being held. He was still in the interrogation room, feet and hands cuffed. Even though he had been sitting there for hours, he didn't look uncomfortable at all. He looked like he was actually enjoying it. He even still had the smug look on his face, like everything was going how he wanted it. She hated it. Gripping the rope tightly she opened the door and walked into the room.

"I must say, I truly expected Batman to be the one to come here and demand answers." Slade said with a smirk, leaning back casually in his chair.

"You're going to wish it was Batman." Donna responded.

"Oh really? And why's that?" Slade wondered, the eyebrow over his good eye rising.

"Because he won't kill." Donna told him, holding up her lasso. "I won't make any promises like that."

AN – So, I don't know if Wonder Woman or Wonder Girl are actually okay with killing or not, but at this point, let's just agree that Donna is so angry and scared that she's not thinking clearly at the moment. Also, from the research I've done on Donna's lasso, it said that the user's will has to be stronger than the person its being used on so that's where I got that from. Hope you guys liked this chapter! See you all next time!