Hey guys, I originally meant for this to be a one-shot, but guess who forgot to check that little 'completed' box~! Yep, moi! So, I decided as compensation for my stupidity, I'd give you guys a little epilogue. And for reference, I made Robin gay because it's my story, my choice and if you no like, no read. Kthxbai.

Robin felt cold. His arms were cold, his legs were cold, hell, his entire torso was cold despite the way the fabric was supposed to keep it from feeling so. Even the blood that ran vertically down his wrists felt cold. The Boy Wonder would give anything for a cup of Alfred's hot chocolate right now.

His eyes slowly fluttered open as he heard the voices fade from the room, leaving him be from his tormentors. The mask that had kept his identity a secret for so long had been removed, and was laid tauntingly ten feet away, surrounded by various knives, clamps and… Robin couldn't even tell what those were. All he knew is that he didn't want to know what they did. So far they'd only used knives- Robin was quite sure they didn't have the balls to use anything worse… well, at least he hoped. Of course Robin had been taught to withstand pain- walking on hot coals, absorbing the shock when he fell, but that didn't mean he'd ever get used to it. After all, who could get used to the feeling of a sharp blade running along their arms? It just wasn't normal or possible, but Robin had been taught to bear it. He wasn't sure why he was being tortured like this, but he had the feeling it was for some kind of sick pleasure. Or revenge, Gotham criminals usually liked to direct that tactic on him.

Metal cuffs dug harshly into his wrists, the only part of his body that kept him upright. His feet hung a good six inches off the ground, just enough to make him able to look his tormentor in the eye, but short enough to still make him feel inferior- at least in their minds. He tried to swing a little bit to the right, hoping the chains were on some kind of clasp that would unbuckle if he moved in the right direction. Really all that did was teach him that one: it made the cuffs rip farther into his wrists, and a hiss of pain escaped his lips, and two: the chains were connected to some kind of swivel that would move along with him. Dandy.

"Having fun, little birdie?" the question rang through the room, originated from the entrance to the room behind him. Robin felt shivers run up his spine and he held his breath naturally. The man obviously noticed the tensing and he chuckled, a deep-throated, but raspy noise. "Yup, we know about you, kid, you ain't using those fancy flippy moves of yours to get out, nope, nope." Robin could almost feel the mocking tone in his voice. Robin decided not to grace him with an answer. This was the first time one of his kidnappers had actually decided to really talk to him, and Robin was hoping he would do what all villains did: give it all away.

The man's boots sounded threatening enough against the concrete, clunking lazily in his direction. Robin watched the shadow move closer and closer until he could feel the hot breath of the man on his neck. Goosebumps rose on his skin instinctively and he shuddered, doing his best to shy away like a normal hostage would. He hated the feeling of people behind him, made him feel less in control. The man laughed again and his steps receded, for a moment Robin thought the man was leaving until the metallic clang of a knife on the floor beat into his ears. The man had dropped it on purpose, letting the anxiety be the worst.

"You wanna know why we're doin' this, don'cha?" he still spoke condescendingly, and Robin couldn't help but allow a smirk to rise to his face, that's exactly what he wanted to know. The Boy Wonder hung his head as though in defeat to hide the smirk in his chest. No need to show the man that he wasn't as threatened as his false body language had shown. Robin felt the sharp blade of the knife slide teasingly along his back, not sharp enough to slice through with that easy of pressure, but just enough to show Robin that if the man wanted to, he could stab straight through. He whimpered, allowing the man the sadistic pleasure, in hopes that playing his game would give him the full story, "…You're too cute," the man rasped, breathing down his neck, "So full of yourself when big bad Bats is around, but when you're on your own? You're just a kid." The knife slid down the back of Robin's forearm, a line of deep red soon following. "Well, kid, now we're gonna show the Bat he don't own this—"

There was a loud crash and Robin jumped, that noise was stronger than anything Batman would have made upon entering the building. There was a telltale roar of anger, and Robin almost hissed in annoyance, he didn't need rescuing! He could get out! Well… He totally could if he wanted to, of course. But answers were better than going back to Batman with nothing. This had been a solo mission for him, to figure out what this group was up to. Batman's plan had been to observe, but there was nothing better than getting up close and personal with the baddies.

In all the time that Robin had been thinking, his 'tormentor' had run off to help his friends, obviously not thinking about the idea of holding the bird hostage. A flash of yellow and red, and Robin grinned despite himself, "What took you guys so long?"

"Rob! Dude! What the h-… So long?" Wally had first been caught up on the amount of blood that pooled under his friend, but then he was just confused.

"Yeah, I mean, c'mon, I thought you guys would be here the second I contacted you and didn't answer… Sheesh." He rolled his eyes.

Wally sighed in irritation, "You know, you really should stop getting caught on purpose, it's just annoying…" he muttered before using keys he'd grabbed off one of the baddies to release Robin. The Boy Wonder hit the ground quicker than he'd intended, and his knees gave out beneath him for a second before Wally caught him. "Seriously, Rob, one day they're gonna like, hand you over to the Joker or somethin'."

Robin shrugged in response before standing up straight, flicking one wrist to get Wally to release him, and the speedster reluctantly did so. Robin was wobbly, but he'd definitely been in worse. His wrists would be bandaged for a few days, but as far as his cursory examination went, there was nothing extreme. Robin went immediately for his mask, putting it on despite the fact he knew Wally had seen his eyes. "Most of the baddies are afraid of people like him-…" Robin paused, his brow furrowed for a moment until he looked at Wally, "Why didn't Batman come?" he wasn't offended, just curious.

Wally shrugged, "Something about being on some other planet with Wonder Woman and Green Lantern, blahdy blahdy blah. I stopped listening."

"Shocker…" Robin muttered sarcastically as he began toward the door. He walked with an oddly pained gait, but other than that the boy was fine. Wally followed close enough to grab Robin if he fell, but far enough for Robin to keep his pride. Robin watched as his eyes glazed for a moment, showing that he was contacting the team telepathically, but before he could ask Wally to tell Miss M to hook him up to…

Robin! You're alright! Her chipper voice ran through his head and Robin chuckled aloud, shaking his head as he used his cape to stunt some of the bleeding.

Peachy. He responded after a moment or two.

Yay! I'll make cookies when we get back!

Everyone to the bioship, Wally, stay with Robin.

Right, chief! Said redhead grinned from beside him, saluting as though their team leader could see him.

…Glad to know you're okay, Robin.

Uh… Thanks, Superboy. As awkward as ever…

Wow, aren't we the happy family…

Oh, Artemis why don't you just sho-

Wally, no fighting telepathically. Sometimes Kaldur felt like a preschool teacher…

Robin laughed, and despite the pain that he felt as he walked, he'd never really been in a much better mood. This was the kind of conversation he'd never be able to have with Batman, and some variation was good sometimes.

"Hey, look at it this way," Wally said to Robin, somehow keeping it from the telepathic link, "Bragging rights about how you fought these three high schoolers to protect your princess- er, prince, and you two ran off into the sunset together!" Wally went off on a fantastical and completely illogical story as they continued their slow walk- the baddies were easy to beat, especially for Superboy's rage- to the Bioship.

Robin rolled his eyes and chuckled, barely listening until he heard Wally say, "…'Oh, Superboy, I love you most definitely!' and the gorilla would be all like 'Robin, you sexy little imp—'"

"WALLY!" Robin yelped, glaring at his friend when he looked up from wrapping his wrists.

"…Your fault for not listening to my story."

…Yeah, I donno. I might be on drugs. This was such a random fic that even I'm not exactly sure what happened in it. Maybe a little cracky but hey, I donno. Tell me if you guys think I should move it up to 'T'… Review loves 3 Oh, and by the way, reviews that go on about how 'Robin is not gay' will be ignored. My story. My rulessssss 3