Heylo! I'm back with yet another chapter for you all! I kinda suck considering I take FOREVER TO UPDATE. But there was this one time I was reading a fic and the girl took 6 MONTHS TO UPDATE then she was like "Hey, srry I took so !" then there's me. "I'M A HORRIBLE FUCKING PERSON." Sorry for your grievances...

Enjoy this despite my tardiness and this time I'm not gonna get your hopes up. It's probs gonna take me a week for the next chapter 'cause I'm slow and have no ambition.

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The team found themselves staring at the entire league in one room.

They couldn't help but wonder what was going on with the search for Robin, whether new information had arisen or if Batman had something in mind for the search. That was when he stepped forward in front of the team.

"It has been made apparent and known that I should not have you waiting here without any news or being able to help. So, with convincing from the rest of the league and Agent A, I have decided that you will be put on mission to help with the search in Gotham along with the rest of the league who are available." The team nodded eagerly and waited for what they should do.

"We are doing the same kind of search as before, but we are giving you all a sector for yourselves while we will divide the rest of Gotham between the members of the league who can search at the time, because we still have a world to protect," Superman said. They showed that they all understood and waited for someone to say what sector they would have. That was when J'onn led them to one of the holographic screens that would show them where they would be going.

Batman sighed and tried to leave the room discreetly as J'onn was briefing the team. But Superman noticed him leaving and followed him out of the room. Batman stopped in front of the batmobile and waited for Superman to say something, the kryptonian took the hint.

"You seem distraught by the fact that the team is now going to help search Gotham." Batman sighed and turned around to face him.

"They don't know what Gotham is like, and if they were to find him? How would they deal with, not only Scarecrow, but whatever Robin is experiencing?" Superman pinched the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger.

"You know that if they found anything they would call immediately. You know that they want to find him as much as you do, and that that can't matter as much as finding Robin does now." Bruce nodded, he knew this of course, he knew that the team would be able to handle it. But he couldn't help feeling that by the end of this entire endeavor a huge secret of both his and Robin's would be revealed. He couldn't shake it, which is why he was worried about letting the team into Gotham.

"Oh, and if you're worried about your secrets, Kid Flash will be able to help protect him from the rest of the team," Superman stated trying to calm Batman.

"Or he could be the one to let everything slip," Batman growled back. He never really trusted Wally, but Dick did, and that was the only reason he had let him live after Dick had told Wally about his situation. Even though he didn't know all of the details, mostly the more gruesome details, he still knew their names and the fact that Dick's parents were dead and that he and Alfred were raising him.

"Have faith." Superman left Batman to himself with those words to ponder.

Robin had been lying in complete silence for about an hour now. He woke up awhile ago, but he couldn't move because of all the stress his body was put through earlier. It seemed as though Scarecrow had left him alone for a bit in order for him to pull back some of his strength and so he could most likely prepare the next batch of toxin.

He thought of everyone back in Gotham. Everyone that mattered, everyone that was cruel, everyone that he helped protect. He thought about Bruce, about the fact that he took him in when no one else cared. He thought of Alfred helping him adjust and iron out the kinks in his and Bruce's relationship. He thought of Babs and how she was basically his only friend at school besides Betty Kane and Artemis occasionally. He thought about all the villains that he had beat with Bruce, and how they never seemed to just go away. He thought about all the people that he should be out protecting instead of being here in a empty room that smelled of poison, thick clouded dust, metal, bad breath, blood, and concrete. He thought about Haley's Circus. About his biological Family.

He should be with Bruce protecting everyone he cared about, all while avenging those he can no longer protect.

He thought about the team. He thought about the League. All the others who knew him only as Robin, but he cared for all the same. He thought about how Wally was the only one among them that knew his other name, his birth given name. That gave him comfort.

His numbing comfort was interrupted abruptly by the echoing of something hitting the floor near him. It sounded like heavyish, crunchy, plastic. He opened his heavy eyelids to see a full water bottle rolling towards him. He mustered up all of his strength and sat up, he grabbed it.

He looked at it closely, he knew that even though he could see nothing, there most likely was some sort of toxin that had to be ingested to work or test, not breathed in. Did Scarecrow really think of him as that stupid? Or did he just trust the human nature in the fact that he needed water and soon, otherwise he would die. But Robin was having none of this. If Scarecrow didn't want him to die of thirst, he'd have to give him clean water, and if he wants him to take some fear toxin, he can go shove it up his.

Robin then looked the bottle over once more before setting it down on it's side and rolling it away from himself. He then lied back down on his side and let his lids close. He could already feel that Scarecrow was growing frustrated, he could almost see him pinching the bridge of his nose through the mask. Robin chuckled under his breath at that thought.

"Drink. I promise there's nothing in it that could do you harm," Scarecrow's voice rang through the warehouse, sound bouncing off the walls creating a more eerie sound than it needed to be.

"Yeah, right," Robin croaked out in a faint reply. You could hear Scarecrow growl slightly over the speakers.

"If you don't drink, you'll die." Robin shifted slightly at that reality. But he knew what he was doing.

"Yeah, but if I do drink it then you'll get what you want," Robin stated, now growing more confident. But now Scarecrow didn't respond. Instead, Robin began hearing the sound of echoing footsteps coming through the warehouse. Robin knew that he was coming down or sending someone down to force the water down his throat. So, Robin flipped over on his side and scrunched his legs and arms up. He then covered his mouth with his hands and clamped his jaw shut. He knew that this wouldn't too much, but he felt better when he fought back.

"You don't have a choice anymore," Scarecrow had seemingly appeared next to him. He had heard no footsteps. Scarecrow then grabbed his face and tried to force water down his throat. But Robin would let his mouth open or his hands move. "Just open up!" He was growing more and more frustrated by the moment.

Finally he let go after about a minute of struggling. Robin let out a slight sigh of relief out through his nose.

"Fine. If that's how you want it." Robin felt a increasing pressure building from behind his eyes now. He suddenly felt a rush of drowsiness and his muscles began to loosen. He tried to fight the increasing fatigue, but it felt like his whole body was being filled with liquid metal, and now it was hardening while making him feel loose all at the same time. Scarecrow bent down once more next to him as his hands slipped from his mouth, and he layed there, mouth agape, unfeeling. Scarecrow then tilted his head back and opened his mouth wider. He poured the cool liquid into his throat, and because natural reflexes were kicking in, Robin swallowed what tasted like water.

"There. Now was that so hard?" Scarecrow asked as though he was asking one of the crazy former patients he had if 'it was so hard taking their meds'. Robin grunted in protest. Scarecrow laughed slightly, then began pouring more of the "water" down Robin's dry, but now moist, throat. Even though Robin knew that soon he would pass out and a new form of toxin would overload his system, he was still slightly grateful for the water. It made him feel a lot fuller and stronger. He could almost feel that water rehydrating every cell in his body. The bottle, however, was now down to the last drop and Scarecrow pulled away, leaving Robin lying limply on the floor, in a haze. Scarecrow got up from his crouch, and walked away while absent mindedly crinkling the empty bottle in his hand. Leaving Robin again.

Robin looked around to see if he could see any form of terrifying shape or figure, thinking that the toxin would start kicking in soon. It didn't.

Several more minutes passed and still there was nothing.

He began to wonder if he had just jumped the gun a bit there and the water was just that, water. He rolled back over to his side, feeling now returning to his body, and croaked out a small question.

"Why?"

"Because, I can't have my patients dying on me, now could I?" Robin growled a bit. "Oh, please. I'm no Joker, I'm not just doing this for the fun of it, even though it is fun don't get me wrong, but I really do need a test subject, and you're it." Robin shifted nervously. "Plus, I just love messing with the Bats."

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