Rebel Justice

Day 6

The scent of anesthetic filled Robin's nose. He was in a hospital, but why? Batman would have just taken him to the cave.

Then he remembered. He wasn't with Batman anymore. He had been shot trying to help Red Arrow. There was a lot of blood, before the world went black.

There were people around him, he could hear them breathing in the otherwise quiet room. He cracked open an eye. Wally was on his left, with Artemis next to him. M'gann and Connor were sitting together in a chair on his right. R2 and Jade were leaning silently against the wall. Kaldur and Raquel were standing at the end of his bed. Zatanna was sitting on the edge of his bed, holding his hand.

"Hey guys, why the long faces?" Robin croaked out.

"You're alive! I was worried there for a bit bro, you lost a lot of blood," Wally said, hugging him.

"Whoa Wally, can't breathe."

Wally let him go, and a flurry of voices hit him.

"I'm so glad you're alright!" M'gann said.

"It is good to see you well," Kaldur added.

"Uh, get better soon?" Connor tried.

"We were really worried about you," Artemis stated.

"I'm glad you didn't die," Zatanna said looking deep into his mask-covered eyes.

"We should go tell Roy," Jade mentioned.

"Where is Roy?" Robin asked.

"He's been in the training room since we came back. Last time I got hurt on a mission, he was in there until I were out of the hospital. He didn't eat, didn't sleep. By the time I was out, he had created craters in several of the walls and pretty much ruined the training room," Artemis said.

"Yikes. Let's try and prevent that, shall we?"

M'gann and Connor went off to tell Roy. In the hospital, Dr. Thompkins ushered everyone out so she could check on her patient.

"I'm fine, just let me walk it off," Robin tried to convince her.

"You aren't fine. That bullet pierced an artery. If Ghost hadn't been there, you would have bled to death. I don't want you training or moving your shoulder for a few days."

"Fine."

She left, and Robin decided that now was a good time to test out his shoulder. He rolled it back. Pain exploded through his shoulder, he bit his lip to keep from crying out. He had had worse. He would be fine.

Standing up and heading out the door wasn't a problem, until he reached out to open the door with the wrong hand. He made it to the kitchen, where all the other teens were gathered.

"So, Doc let you out already?" Wally asked.

"No, I kinda just left. Had to see if there were any cookies left."

"I'll make you some right away Robin," M'gann said as she got up to make the cookies.

"You don't need to do that. It's fine."

"No, I want to."

Robin shrugged (Ow.) and sat down. The teens chatted for a bit, until M'gann spoke up.

"Roy's looking for you, he's upset because you've disappeared from the hospital. You should get back there."

Robin left, heading back the way he had come minutes before. In the hospital room sat Roy. He looked ragged, his costume still on, with his mask off. Dark circles lined his eyes, and his posture was tense, yet fatigued.

His eyes lifted as Robin entered the room.

"Robin. What were you thinking, you could have gotten yourself killed!" Roy yelled at him.

"Roy, I was just trying to help. I want to do what's right. It's why I became Robin, to help people in need."

"By dying? How's that going to help anyone? Or are you looking to become a martyr? Dick, I can't loose anyone on this team. It would be catastrophic."

Robin sat down on the bed. The two didn't say anything for a long time. Eventually, Robin spoke up.

"I don't want to loose you either Roy. They need you. Without you, this team is adrift. You're the one with the vision, the one who has hope that the rest of them are close to loosing. You can't just die or leave. You're too important. Now, you need to get to bed. I'll talk to this Red Hood guy, maybe I can fix it so the mission can go on tomorrow."

"Thanks Dick."

The two parted ways, one to rest for the mission ahead, the other to set up the mission.

As he worked, Robin didn't understand why he was doing this. He wanted to help people, but wasn't that the Lord's job? They may be wrong in their ways, but couldn't they alter them, become more like they were before the Luthor incident? They didn't need to be destroyed, just repaired. For now he would keep his word, but at the end of this week, he would go back to the Lords and fix them.

And another chapter is up! Huzzah! Behold the almost end of the story! The next chapter should be it, but maybe not. Inspiration is sneaking around my room, the plot Shelties have come to play. Maybe this is only the beginning…

Have a peachy day,

Shadow