Hey, I'm back again! I hope you all enjoy this chapter.

Really.

I don't own Young Justice.

Lead. That's what he felt like. Cold, and solid. No movement available for him.

Robin lay stiff on the dusty floor of the warehouse he was being kept in (he still couldn't get over the fact that it seemed like every villain uses abandoned warehouses all the time). He was trying to calm and prepare himself for whatever type of toxin Scarecrow had next for him. He had also found himself often repeating in his mind that Batman and everyone else was coming for him, that they all cared, as if trying to convince himself that the first experience he had with the new enhanced fear toxin wasn't true. But he kept doubting himself. His thoughts would linger back to all of their faces as they told him he was weak, 'It was just a toxin induced hallucination, that never happened, they don't feel that way, they couldn't feel that way' Robin found himself repeating in his mind. But it seemed that no matter what he did, that hallucination was becoming more and more real, almost a memory.

Nothing felt right anymore.

"I would like you to know that the drug I gave you to stop struggling will wear off soon, then I can continue my tests..." Scarecrow's voice bounced around inside Robin's head, and it lingered. Now the feeling of lead he had previously was beginning to wear off, just like Scarecrow said, but Robin just wanted it to stay, he didn't want to feel anything at all. But feeling was inevitable, the long living curse of humanity. Never ending pain.

Sometimes, Robin would sit in his room and just think, just think about what was wrong with the world around him, whether he or anyone could fix it. But every time he did this, he found that no one could make it all better. But, people were trying, and perhaps failing, but trying nonetheless. That's what made being Robin so great. Not only could he escape being the orphan charity case for a while, but he could also be one of the few trying, and perhaps even succeeding, in make things better. Well, better being used loosely. Because really, nothing could ever be "better" as in nothing would ever be any worse emotionally, considering emotions linger like scars, but you never know...

Robin, in all his time of thinking, found that he could feel his body again, movement was now accessible, but he didn't move in fear of Scarecrow releasing toxin into the room. He could feel the soreness of his body returning as well, along with fatigue. He mind also began to clear, he could feel his brain becoming more aware of everything around him again, he could see everything in a new clearer looking glass. It felt... wonderful, to say the least. But he knew that because of this wonderful feeling, that he would be re-subjected to the torture that is Scarecrow's fear toxin. He could only hope now that the next strand he was subjected to wouldn't be as horrible as the first, but he highly doubted that.

He had a feeling Scarecrow knew now that the effects of the drug had worn off. So the entire room was, once again, being flooded with toxin. This time the toxin was a light yellow-green or chartreuse and smelled like rotting peaches. Robin couldn't not breathe and he decided long ago that trying to hold his breath was pointless, so he reluctantly breathed in (which was why he knew what the gas smelled of). His lungs didn't burn like usual, but they felt heavy, and it was almost as if his lungs had given up trying to look for clean air.

Robin's vision faded to a blinding white. He felt the nothing he longed for. But then, he was overwhelmed with questions.

Why am I here?

At first, that question didn't really make sense to Robin. He was "here" because Scarecrow had captured him, and brought him here. That's why.

Why do I still exist?

This overwhelming (way over whelming) question confused him more. He existed because of his parents. Because that's the way the world worked out. It's not like one can stop existing.

Why am I alive?

Oh. I guess one can "not exist" anymore in a sense. 'But why would I be asking myself this?' Robin wondered. He knew why he was alive. It was because he fought the world, because he wanted to stay that way, alive.

Do I want to be alive?

Of course he did! Why would he be asking himself these suicidal questions? Robin knew that he came from a dark past, and that when his parents died, he doubted his will to live. But because of Robin, he knew that he wanted to stay here, alive. Didn't he?

I'm a burden to everyone around me, why should I even go on living?

No. That was way too far. He wasn't a burden. He knew that. Right?

I just don't have the will to end it, to make everyone else's life so much easier...

And that last thought... was true.

The team had been called back in from the field after Batman's discovery. They were all disappointed that their efforts had been futile, but for some reason, both Artemis and Wally seemed a lot closer when they came back. Like something back there had changed both of them (of course, they both knew what happened).

Now sitting in the living room area of the mountain, they all found themselves trying to figure out a good place for Scarecrow to have taken Robin outside of Gotham. Kaldur had even gone so far as to take one of the spare holo-computers to try and find out where some good spots outside of Gotham for Scarecrow were. Artemis and Wally were bouncing ideas off of each other, and M'gann and Conner were talking through the mental link.

Batman was back at the batcave however, he was looking everywhere he could outside of Gotham in his databases. While the rest of the league were either protecting the world, searching just outside of Gotham, or were doing what everyone else seemed to be doing, and that was checking over the computer for places Scarecrow could be.

"How do you think Batman is taking the fact that Robin is not in Gotham?" M'gann asked randomly, which stopped everyone from what they were previously doing.

"I don't know Megan, but I don't think he's taking any of this lightly," Wally said looking her straight in the eye.

"Could... could you go and check on his family?" M'gann asked Wally with sad eyes. Wally found himself dumbstruck.

"Uh..." Wally was about to ask her why she wanted him to, or make up some elaborate lie, but M'gann cut him off, answering his first question.

"It's just... if I were Robin's parents... I don't know what I'd do knowing that my son was being held by some insane criminal, or that he was Robin in general... I just... I just want to make sure that they are getting comfort, or even just some reassurance..." M'gann trailed off. Wally really didn't know what to say to her. He could just tell her that "he would tell them, and/or talk to them" but he couldn't form any words. He just sat there, mouth slightly agape, as he stared into her sorrowful eyes.

"Wally?" Artemis asked snapping out of his trance.

"Uh... yeah... wi-will do Megs..." He finally forced those words out. But no one around him seemed convinced in the slightest. Artemis, however, since her talk with the speedster, didn't say anything knowing that things between Wally and Robin were complex and strange, but strong and trustworthy. Kaldur, remembering what occurred the last time they spoke of Robin's personally life, decided to remain silent. Superboy, however, was much more blunt.

"You're lying." Wally looked at the clone, and sent his eyes into a downcast. They all looked at him, not sure what he was going to do.

"Yeah. You're right. I am lying." They were all surprised he would admit to that. "But like I told you before, Rob's life is... complicated..."

"If you can... why is his life "complicated"?" Kaldur asked, curiosity overwhelming him. Wally looked at Kaldur and let out a long, depressing sigh.

"Rob hasn't had the easiest life, and things weren't always good for him, they still kinda aren't in a sense... But things change all the time, and for Rob... his "change" was abrupt. Not even the league know about his life, and I only know fragments... so... you'll just have to leave it up to Batman to really be the one in true contact with Robin's... p-parents... cause he's the only one who really know everything about Robin..." His statement was true, but the part about Robin's parents, was not, and could never be, true. Because the only way someone was ever going to be able to talk to Robin's parents/family was either talking to a headstone, or dying themselves and meeting his family in heaven. Neither seemed perfectly viable either way.

"Oh... I understand Wally... I didn't know..." M'gann let out quietly. At some point while Wally was talking, she had started to cry, and they didn't even know the whole story about Robin's past, and well... neither did Wally...

"Yeah... I just hope that in the end of all this, things will work out..." Artemis added. Wally hoped for that too.

"Team?" Red Tornado interrupted their little depression and guilt field trip with his entrance. They all looked to him, wondering if there was something that they were going to be doing to help more in the search. "It has be made aware to me that you will all still be taking part in the search." They all visibly brightened at this.

"Awesome! What do we have to do?" Wally sprang up shouting, his mood taking a dramatic turn.

"You will not be doing anything at this very moment." They all slouched a bit, in both disappointment, and slight wondering as to why he would tell them they would be helping in the search again, then let them back down. "But you will begin searching Blüdhaven tomorrow after going home, or staying here, and getting a good nights rest." They all seemed, for some reason, alright with this, and began to wander off to where they were meant to be. Besides, they were all exhausted, and Wally was starving, so they decided silently that it would be best if they rested as to be at full capacity tomorrow for searching. Red Tornado took their leaving as a hint that he got his message across, and left.

Tomorrow is going to be a long, and hopefully fruitful, day.

There we go! Another chapter for y'all. I hope you enjoyed!

I feel like I'm just dumping angst on all of you, I was sitting here writing thinking "Jeez... I'm just opening the angst flood gates aren't I? Oh well!"

Review please. Just kidding! No, seriously. REVIEW! Also if you wanna, follow and fav too!