Revelations chapter 11.

Yeah, so I changed the story name. Sue me. (Actually, don't. It could be very unpleasant for both of us.) I'm trying to re-grasp the story because I feel it's slipping slightly from what I wanted it to be. I don't know whether to split it into two stories – the one about the mission and a Gotham Academy one. Please review and/or PM with advice. And just to remind you, here's a list of characters' aliases and their charges. And I'm using major artistic licence here; remember the place isn't at all pleasant and also that I'm no expert on it. Sorry the chapter's overdue. And yeah, I'm trying to format this better because someone asked me to, but the Word on my PC is kinda old so yeah… By Taser, I mean a type of electric shock gun weapon thing. And I'm saying that Dick spent a month and a half in Juvie because I don't know how exactly.

M'gann = Megan Moss, minor theft charges including shoplifting.
Conner = Conner Nelson, Antisocial behaviour.
Aqualad = Kal Currie, trespass and vandalism (at a shipyard)
Wally = West Jones, Joyriding and vehicle theft
Artemis= Emily Davis, violent assault
and Robin = Daniel Silva, armed robbery; armed assault, illegal possession of weaponry and manslaughter. I will be referring to characters using their superhero names (i.e., Wally/KF, Robin etc.) as well as these.

Onwards!

Megan was in shock. As she was marched down the corridor after being registered; with Conner, which made her feel a bit better; and Kal, who calmed her down a bit, to D/E block, she could not believe the amount of young people in the cells. Almost every cell was full, and some were too full with three plus inmates in them. She had done her best with the mind-link but she thought there must be something wrong as she kept feeling edgy emotions that definitely weren't hers; sorrow, recognition, regret and a twinge of wistfulness with almost overwhelming levels of anger. She'd set up the mind-link in the few minutes she'd had to change into the horrible, scratchy orange jumpsuits with random numbers on. Whoever's emotions she was feeling were not good at all. Megan looked at Conner questioningly, before almost face-palming. As she was the one who set up the mind-link, she was almost like the central console, picking up a lot of things people weren't telling to the others, and as a result she could feel a lot of emotions whirling around, ones that people probably didn't want her to be feeling.

Over in the West (ha-ha) wing of the building, West Jones was looking at Silva carefully. They were with Emily (Artemis) as well, and on the way to the A block via the B and C block for him and Emily. West was slightly worried; was nobody going to be in the same block as Robin (Silva)? How was he going to cope? He didn't doubt the boy's ability to deal with things like this, but was slightly concerned by the distraction his past here posed to the mission. He had to do something, and felt the mind-link pop up in his head. The mind-link was a complicated thing; if you had something to say to the whole group involved it as easy - if you only wanted to speak to one person then not so much. West knew Megan would hear whatever was said as she set up the link, but it would at least minimise the people involved and he knew she probably wouldn't tell anyone.

Rob.

The thirteen-but-looking-sixteen year old flinched but didn't look his way, glancing at their guard who had changed his tight handcuffs and ankle-chains for some slightly looser ones that still restricted his movement but meant he could walk, albeit awkwardly. The guard had stubbly black hair and a five-o'clock shadow on his chin, and he carried a painful-looking baton, Taser, and handgun.

Yeah? He snarled back. West flinched imperceptibly, cringing slightly. This wasn't Robin; it was completely Silva. He often did this when taking on a role – got himself so immersed in who he was meant to be that you wouldn't be able to see Robin at all.

Is Robin there at all?

…Sorry. This place…he shuddered slightly, is not nice at all. Neither's Silva. That's the point. But anyway, why'd you, erm, call? Wally could see Robin was emerging again, and that would confuse the guard a lot – he had to stay Silva, the rough, tough young convict who'd been in this situation lots of times before and was totally cool with it. Emily glanced over at him concernedly, even though she hadn't known Robin very long, she could tell something wasn't right.

Stay Silva. Chill, dude. This is easy, yeah? You're charged with freakin' manslaughter; do you think you should be trembling like that? It was harsh, Wally knew, to talk to Robin, or Silva, or Dick or whoever was under those sunglasses, like that, but it needed to be done. The guard suddenly stopped and grabbed Silva's shoulder – Silva got him into a headlock, and Emily jumped backwards into a fighting stance (she, like West, had no cuffs on) with the sudden movement.

The guard, whose name tag said 'Bill' didn't hesitate before firing the Taser at him, having never seen someone even stay standing after being stung like that, let alone maintain a position of aggression.

"Now, let's not be hasty," Bill said, aiming the weapon again, "Just wanted to ask 'bout them sunglasses,"

"What's it matter to you?!" Silva snarled back aggressively, before relaxing the headlock.

"Don' think you're allowed 'em 'ere, mate," Bill said, reaching for the cracked, wrap-around shades. Silva dodged away quickly, before he took out some papers from his small backpack and showed them to the guard.

"Eye infection," he said, "sensitive to light" Bill scrutinised the papers before nodding and putting them in his pocket.

"'Kay then," He said, pulling out another slip of paper and signing it. "Here ya go," he thrust the paper at Silva, "Permit for ya fancy glasses there, save someone else takin' 'em off ya."

Silva took the paper. Whew, close shave, he mind-spoke to West.

How – why – when did you have time to get a medical letter? The other boy thought. The walk was taking a long time – evidently prisoners kept in the A, B, and C block were considered higher risk because they were obviously very far from the other prisoners.

Um, who's my mentor again…? Silva asked sarcastically. West snorted and rolled his eyes. As they walked along the corridor, he could see a door labelled 'C' branching off from the side. As if he'd read the thought right out of his head, Bill spoke.

"That's where you'll be," He checked his schedule, "West. Lucky you – ya get a whole cell to yourself down here," Bill taunted slightly. Silva sighed in relief.

What? West asked, although he had suspicions of why he looked slightly less tense.

You get a cell to yourself.

And?

Sharing a cell… that's never good news unless you're at least 17. He flinched; evidently being here was bringing up a lot of bad memories, most of which had been caused by a merciless gang of young drug addicts, one of whom he shared a cell with.

"Someone'll come back for ya in the morning, then recess. 'S no point in coming out of there now – lights out is at 11 and it's already gone past 10," Bill explained. "Hope you've eaten, 'cause ya won't get no food 'til half seven tomorrow." West walked into the cell, gingerly sitting down on the inch-thin mattress. By the time he'd turned around, Bill had locked the door and was gone. How did you stay in this place for a whole month, D? Wally thought, I don't think I'll make it the week we've got to search.

Don't think like that, West. Silva, definitely Silva, snarled back immediately. Although the mind-link worked very well, an advantage was that not all of the thoughts in someone's head would be heard. So West had a lot of time to think about the sixteen-year old Silva who'd taken over Robin. Silva was obviously still like Robin, but more…feral. Robin had his moral boundaries - Silva would do whatever it took to achieve his goals, and his goal this time was to keep the rest of them alive.

Sorry about the wait, guys.

Any and all feedback appreciated. BTW, the title is not meant to be that of the YJ episode. I'm a bit stuck for title ideas, so please give some.

-Bye.