I'm glad that people enjoyed this so far! I'm definitely going to continue! And don't think that means don't review anyway. Cause I like hearing from you, and I'll always take ideas and constructive criticism.

I hope you all like this chapter, because this is when it really gets into the story. Holy, I just realized... Robin is an angry bird. Oh geez.

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Black Canary walked down the halls of Mount Justice, looking for an angry Robin.

Earlier the bird had made quite an exit from the training room, leaving both the team and Black Canary slightly shocked. Now she had told the team that she would go and look for Robin to see if she could get him to go and talk to the team, so they could apologize. Even though the likelihood of the bat taking her advice while he was still mad was very low. But she decided she might as well try, despite her doubts.

She finally came into view of the bird. He was on one of the beams that supported the inner structure of the mountain. The only reason she could see him through the shadows though was because with both Batman and Robin, she had gotten used to it. Although, if she had not been looking for Robin she would have never have seen him in the darkness.

"Robin, come down, we need to talk," Black Canary called looking into the shadows. She heard no movement, so she couldn't tell if he was moving or not. But she did see a slight shift in the shadows. 'Promising', she thought to herself.

Then Robin landed silently in front of Black Canary, startling her.

"Thank you. Now, we need to talk. Would you please join me on the couch?" Robin nodded silently, obviously trying to calm himself down, containing his anger. They sat on the couch in the living room, and Black Canary started her therapist talk.

"Okay. So, I know that the team shouldn't have held back on you. But they just don't understand you or Gotham well enough, and that's because you aren't exactly open about yourself, and I know you know that. But, I think you need to talk to the team, to get a better explanation from them. Because they did what they did to make them feel more secure about having you on the team. Once you talk to them you'll understand what they did from their point of view, and they'll understand why their actions angered you." Black Canary got up, as to lead Robin out of the room, to talk to the team. But he didn't move.

"So, you're saying that they have second thoughts about having me on the team?" Robin said catching Black Canary very off guard.

"N-no. I just mean-" before Black Canary could finish however, Robin cut her off.

"I get it," Robin said getting up. "I guess everybody just thinks I'm incapable because of my age." Robin walked out of the room, and got to the R-cycle before Black Canary could stop him. He sped out of the garage, not before telling Red Tornado to open the doors of course.

Black Canary headed back to tell the team what happened. Once there she could see how they were all looking to her to see if she had been successful, they could tell she hadn't.

"I obviously didn't word that correctly. Now you all have to talk to him. He needs to hear this from you." Black Canary walked out of the room, heading to call Batman to get Robin back here. Or at least to some where safe. The team looked at each other, realizing for sure this time that Robin really felt like they didn't think he was capable enough of fighting them. Even though they did. They just let his age cloud their choices, because they wouldn't know what to do if he wasn't there.

Robin was speeding down the streets of Gotham. He was just trying to get back to the manor, so he could be with Bruce, and so he could have some of Alfred's cooking to calm himself down. Then his communicator started to beep.

"'Robin? You should come back to-" before Batman could finish telling Robin to come back to the manor, Robin cut him off.

"I know. I'm heading there right now." Batman said 'okay', glad to hear that he and Robin were really that insinc with each other. The communication was terminated, leaving Robin to his thoughts as he headed down the dreary road.

Gotham was always like this. Rainy, and cool. Not cold, just a chilling cool. The kind that has small gusts of wind that leave goosebumps on your arms. But Robin couldn't shake this slight feeling that his goosebumps tonight were more than that. More than the cool, like he sensed something.

He was right. It was definitely more. He knew this because now he was stopping in front of a figure standing in the middle of the foggy road. It looked like a man, but Robin could only see the silhouette. Then it spoke.

"Hello boy wonder... I'm so glad I ran into you... and without the bat... wonderful..." That voice. It was so familiar...

Scarecrow

What was that wacko doing out of Arkham Asylum? Batman and him had put Scarecrow there a few months ago, they found out he was trying to fill Arkham Prison with the gas, to make it seem as though they had all gone insane. More business for him, means more money. Stupid rogue psychiatrist.

"What do you want Scarecrow?" Robin asked annoyed. He had had enough of this crap for one night.

"Why so snippy? Maybe bat trouble? No... that's not it... Ah... You got in a fight with that little team of yours, didn't you?" Robin was slightly shocked at the fact that this man could figure it out that fast. Then again, he did used to be a psychiatrist. I guess that implies knowing how to read someone, like how Batman had taught him.

"Does that matter? Now, what are you doing out of Arkham?" Robin changed the subject. Scarecrow laughed at this. He obviously was used to people changing the subject like that on him.

"Well... that particular point in my life was growing tiresome, so I thought wouldn't it be fun if i messed with the bats." This made Robin even more angry than he already was. But as he was about to move in on Scarecrow, a thick green gas exploded out from a manhole underneath the r-cycle. He jumped off the bike, watching as it went in the other direction. But before he could think, he breathed in the gas.

It must be a new strand of toxin of some sort... because he was blacking out. Blacking out into his worst nightmare. Great.

"Where is he Alfred?" Bruce was growing worried for his ward. He had contacted him about a half an hour ago, and yet Richard still hadn't arrived home yet.

"I'm sure Master Richard is fine. He most likely took the long way home, he is probably trying to clear his thoughts," Alfred said. These words calmed Bruce slightly. But he was still concerned. He just couldn't help it. When you're The Batman you have to be paranoid. Especially when not only do you have targets on your back, but so does your son.

"Alright. But I'm still going to check where he is using the tracker on the r-cycle." Bruce calmly walked out of the room, heading to the batcave. He had to open the door to the elevator, to the batcave. This passage happened to be a bookcase next to the piano. Bruce clinked a few meaningless notes on the piano, opening the door. Bruce then stepped into the elevator, and went into the batcave. Once there, he headed toward the computer. A giant one at that. He searched for the signal the tracker was supposed to be giving off, but there was no signal. This worried Bruce deeply. It seemed that the tracker had been shut off. 'Did Robin turn off the tracker so he could be left alone? No, he doesn't even know about the tracker... So...' Batman realized, the tracker must have been broken somehow, and if the tracker broke, that meant the bike must have broken. Oh crap. Batman immediately suited up and headed to where the beacon had stopped transmitting.

He of course left a message on the screen in the batcave, incase Alfred came looking. Then he was in the batmobile, heading straight to the heart of Gotham. That was where Robin had stopped transmitting. This only unnerved the bat more. Because the center of Gotham was where the worst of the worst roamed. It was also where freshly broken out Arkhams would go.

His feeling only got worse as he approached the spot. Only to see a wreckage, and the slight haze of some sort of toxic in the air. Shit...

Finally He touched down silently on a roof. He swerved his way down to the wreckage. Robin was nowhere in sight however. He quickly put on a gas mask as he began to feel dizzy. He then took an air sample, so he could test the agent later. He called the mountain, because maybe Robin had found his way back there. Maybe he beat whoever was threatening him. A bat could dream, right?

"Yes Batman?" Kaldur showed up on the screen in front of him, he had almost forgotten what he was doing.

"Yes Kaldur'ahm. I was wondering if Robin was with you at the mountain?" Batman responded, trying to hide his fear for Robin.

"No, I am sorry. He left quite a bit ago. Has he not made contact with you?" Kaldur asked, blind to the situation.

"He did. 45 minutes ago. I haven't heard from him since. And when I used to tracker on the R-cycle to see where he was, there was no signal. I'm now at the wreckage..." Before Batman could continue, Wally sped into view, along with the rest of the team, now all sowing their fears.

"Is Robin alright?" Wally asked.

"I haven't found Robin. That's why I was hoping he was with you. All I have found so far is the wrecked R-cycle, and a strange toxin in the air at the wreckage site..." Now they all looked concerned.

"Should we contact the league?" M'gann asked, clearly concerned for her friend.

"I would say no... but... I'd rather find Robin as fast as possible. So... yes. Please do." This shocked the team. Usually the bat would have insisted he find his protege himself. But now he was asking for... help? They now understood that whatever was in the air, truly unnerved the man. So they went into action. Hopefully not too late.

Okay! So there you go! CLIFFHANGER.

Just a warning, I always do cliffhangers.

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