It's been a while since I've made an update. I've noticed a lot of follows and favorites but hardly any reviews. Come on, people! I'm writing good stuff here (I believe)! Sure, there's no singing (I'm no lyricist) but one review would be nice. Don't make me hold chapters hostage here!

Disclaimer: Hurky still doesn't own HIMYM or Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog.

Captain Hammer was rushed to the nearest hospital where he was admitted and being treated for his back. Ted and his friends followed him there with the help of Ranjit, the taxi driver.

"A broken tail bone?" cried Ted once he got to the hospital and heard what the diagnosis was from Captain Hammer. He paced around Captain Hammer's hospital room, flailing his hands about angrily and frantically. "I can't believe this! What are we going to do about Robin and Dr. Horrible?"

"Don't you worry, Ted," reassured Captain Hammer, lying in the hospital bed still wearing his normal pants, boots, and gloves, but in a hospital shirt. "We're going to get him."

"How?" asked Marshall. "You've gotta stay off your back. Crime fighting involves a lot of work with your back, man."

"That's where you all come in," added Captain Hammer.

Marshall and Ted exchanged glances at each other before pointing to themselves. "Us?" They asked in unison.

"You three will have to do my work for me," explained Captain Hammer, playing with the controls of his bed. Lily placed a few more pillows underneath his back to try and make him more comfortable. "Thanks, doll. Anyway, I need you to locate where Dr. Horrible is hiding. He could be keeping Robin there."

"We get to be superheroes!" Marshall cheered. "Do we all get to have awesome costumes?" Lily clapped her hand to her forehead.

"No, I don't think so," answered Ted, glancing out the window at the snow that was gently falling outside before facing his friends again. "With this snow, we're going to need to bundle up as best as we can."

"Speaking of," Lily added, pointing to Ted's boots. "Those boots have GOT to go."

Ted gasped in overexaggerated shock. "No!"

"Ted, Lily's right. If we're going to be out in snowy conditions, those boots are not going to be suitable," Marshall agreed. "We need to go home and get our snow gear, then meet back here in about half an hour."

Ted and Lily each nodded and the trio ran out of Captain Hammer's hospital room.

Meanwhile, Robin awoke in a dimly lit place, lying on a bed. She began to feel panicked, as she did not know where she was. Last she remembered, she was at the Key to the City ceremony where Dr. Horrible showed up and ruined things. Then, she fell through a hole from underneath her chair where her chair hit her on the head and knocked her unconscious.

"Hello?" Robin called out, sitting up. "Is someone out there?"

A television mounted on the wall flickered on and there was only a glowing green flatline on it. "Hello, Robin. I see you came to," it spoke in a robotic-like voice, the flatline moving in rhythm with the voice.

"Hey, loser!" Robin shouted. "Where am I?"

"You are locked up in an undisclosed location," explained the voice. "Still within the city, but no one knows where this location is. Not even the government."

Robin stood up from the bed and located the door. She ran to it and began to pound on it and jiggle at the knob, but no luck. She groaned in frustration.

"It's no use, Robin Scherbatsky," the disembodied voice said. "You can't get out."

Robin looked around for her purse with her gun in it but she realized it was gone. It was either left on the stage when she was kidnapped or it had been taken from her.

"Your firearm has also been confiscated, so you can't try any funny business," continued the voice.

Robin slammed her hand on the door as tears welled up in her eyes. "What do you want?" she demanded, snifling. "Who are you? Is this Dr. Horrible?"

"Never mind who I am," said the voice. "I will tell you this: if you cooperate with me, you WILL be safe."

Suddenly, the screen went blank and Robin completely broke down, crying, slumping to th floor with her back still against the door.

The disembodied voice belonged to Dr. Horrible, who was watching Robin through a camera from another location in his building. He stood there, emotionless and expressionless. He turned his back and walked over to his weather gun to tinker with it. As he worked, he had the television onto the news, which was frantically sputtering out developments as snow fell in New York City.

"It's chaos in New York City today," reported a woman geared up in winter clothes. "After Dr. Horrible has made his return known to the world and with Captain Hammer in the hospital with an injury. Witnesses say that he slipped and injured himself on icy sidewalks. While this has been happening, Dr. Horrible has taken a hostage. Ms. Robin Scherbatsky, my friend and colleague-"

Dr. Horrible's lips curled into a twisted smile. Captain Hammer has been held back and he couldn't get to his love, now with his injury. With him out of the picture, who was going to stop him now? The NYPD could come out, along with SWAT teams and military, but Dr. Horrible had developed newer and stronger weapons and technology during his time in New York as Barney Stinson.

Dr. Horrible continued to work on his gun when he heard sobbing and a voice. No, it wasn't Penny, but a certain Canadian. He looked up to the surveillance screen and saw Robin still sitting where she was, crying.

"S-someone..." she hiccuped as she wiped her nose. "Anyone...(sniff)...Ted...Marshall...Lily...I need you..."

Dr. Horrible watched in silence as Robin continued to cry.

"Barney..."

Dr. Horrible's heart softened...