Bruce was waiting for them when Terry returned and helped the younger man carry Jason inside. They set him up in the cave on a small cot. Neither man spoke.

Bruce went over every inch of Robin's skin, taking in the bruises, his worry evident by his silence. Terry was on his knees, still wearing his suit, mask discarded on the cave floor.

"Dick…"

"I haven't contacted him."

Terry stared at him, incredulous. "Bruce, he's got to be worried out his head. Robin's been missing all night, it's almost six a.m. He…"

"Got himself into this."

"He asked you to help! You can't…"

Bruce looked at Terry sternly. "Yes, I can."

Terry felt odd. This wasn't Bruce. "How would you feel? If this was me?"

Bruce looked away, returning to Robin. He was a surprisingly good doctor, though he had called the doctor he had on retainer to look at the boy in front of him. They trusted him.

"You're not a doctor and you're not Dick Grayson. You can't know what Dick is going through. He…"

Bruce looked at Terry. "If he cared, he would've trained him better."

Terry slapped him, instinctively, his own eyes filling with tears. "WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!?"

Bruce reached up and touched his face, looking back at the boy in front of him.

Before he could answer there was a ring behind him.

The phone.

Terry didn't move, though he wanted to. He knew who it was.

"Answer it."

Bruce walked towards the computer screen and called out, "Yes?"

Dick Grayson's face appeared on screen, his eyes tired and red. "Anything?"

"Terry has not yet returned."

Dick put his hand over his eyes, cursing. "I did this. He…god Bruce, if something happens to him…"

"What will you do, Dick? If something does?"

Dick looked up, his eyes hard. "What do you mean by that?"

"You obviously are only using this kid. Even if he dies…"

"One more word Bruce. One more. You don't know me anymore. Don't pretend you do. You don't know me and you don't know him. He…he…"

Bruce smiled. "He what, Dick? Smiles pretty? Looks so much like Terry that you find him easier to have sex with?"

"FUCK YOU, BRUCE! YOU DON'T…just…I can't talk to you anymore. I…tell me when Terry comes in."

He hung up and Bruce silently stared at the blank screen.

"Feel good about that?" Terry asked from behind him.

"No."

"Why are you tormenting him? He obviously cares, Bruce."

Bruce turned and started to speak when the doorbell rang, surprising them both. Terry ran up the stairs without a word, going to let the doctor in.

He watched him leave and finished his thought. "I'm trying to help him before it's too hard to let go."

The doctor, who Terry remembered from his own injuries almost a year ago, smiled at him when he opened the door.

"Hi. He's…"

"You might want to change your clothes, son."

Terry looked down at his clothes.

Oops.

"Um…"

The doctor, whose name Terry still didn't know, just smiled. "Not that I didn't already know, but it's nice to finally have it affirmed."

"Terry can be somewhat forgetful, Robert."

Terry looked at Bruce sheepishly, but did not smile. Bruce did not look angry, so that meant he really must trust the doctor more than Terry knew.

They shook hands and Bruce ushered him down the cave stairs.

Terry stayed upstairs, pacing. He had a big decision to make. He wanted to call Dick and let him know that Robin was okay. What Bruce was doing was wrong, he felt sick just thinking about it.

But he knew Bruce would be furious if he did.

He paced some more, then stopped suddenly.

"The earpiece."

He reached inside his costume and pulled it out, staring at it. He'd turned it off when he'd found it, but maybe if he just turned it back on.

Terry pressed on it and the earpiece lit up. He slipped it back in his pocket and walked downstairs after Bruce and the Doctor.

Terry sat on the bottom of the stairs, watching them. The Doctor was looking Robin over, taking things and Bruce helped him turn the kid on his back to examine the bruises. They'd hit him with a pipe; Terry had seen it on the floor of the room.

"I'm afraid he may need to stay in bed for a few weeks, his bones have been fractured but the injury is something he can heal from. A pipe, I take it? Rather primitive."

Bruce said nothing.

"The boy should be taken to a hospital, Bruce."

"You can't fix him?"

The Doctor smiled. "I didn't say that. But he should be."

Bruce smiled at him. "That's what I'm paying you for, Robert."

The Doctor looked over his should at Terry. "Can you help me carry him, son?"

Terry ran to him and together the three of them got Robin up the cave stairs, and into the bedroom on the first floor. When they set Robin down he thrashed, suddenly fighting them. "It's okay," Terry assured him, putting his hand on the boy's arm.

Who really wasn't a boy at all, he realized. They were only about two years apart. Maybe one.

Robin opened his eyes. "What happened?"

The Doctor was setting up a drip of some kind and he asked, "Are you allergic to anything, son?"

Robin shook his head. "Who…?"

"A doctor. I…"Terry started, but Robin finished.

"You're Batman."

He smiled. "Hence the costume. Yeah."

Robin closed his eyes. "He's gonna be so angry with me."

Terry looked at Bruce, who left the room. The Doctor smiled at them both before exiting as well.

Terry took his hand off of Robin's arm. "No, he's not. He doesn't know where you are."

"What? You didn't tell him!??"

He tried to move but Terry held him down. "Stop. Your back is seriously hurt, okay? You're lucky you're still able to move at all."

He stopped.

"Bruce is being an asshole and keeping it from him but I…," Terry reached into his suit again and took out the earpiece. He handed it to him.

"I…I'm Jason."

"Nice to meet you, Jason. I'm…"

"Terry McGinnis. Believe me," Jason fingered the earpiece, "I know."