Hello hello! I'm here to give you the next chapter! Sorry it's a bit shorter than I would have liked, and you would have liked, but I had to keep it with just one perspective the entire time for.. reasons... so it ended up being pretty shortish, or at least not as long as I would have liked!

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Robin knew he was alone now. Everything was clearer, and everything was dark.

Robin was laying still on the cold floor, he hadn't moved for a good hour or so, and he was stiff as a board. Scarecrow's goons would come in every once in a while to make sure he was breathing, and sometimes they would force water down his throat, it was unpleasant. They even had to change the lower half of his costume once because he had ruined them. Which wasn't surprising considering he didn't even remember the last time he went to the bathroom...

He had given up, which was plainly obvious. He knew that know one was coming for him, that they never were... and he knew that any hoping was futile in every way. He decided that the only logical thing to do now was not to let Scarecrow get anything from him, not even a scream, he wouldn't give him that satisfaction.

Laying there made the rest of the world blur, numb. The only thing keeping him occupied at that moment was making his vision focus in and out on different things. For some reason this was mildly amusing... Maybe I'm going crazy... Robin thought to himself.

The thought of actually going insane like Scarecrow, or even the Joker, made a huge sense of dread settle in the pit of his stomach. He couldn't help but shake the feeling that if he ever got out of all this (which he knew he wouldn't) he wouldn't be the same in anyway. He felt like everything he had spent most of his life trying to avoid was crashing down on top of him, and it was suffocating.

He remembered when he first started training with Bruce to become Robin, and how hard it had been to make such a transition. But Bruce would take every opportunity he could to remind him that he was the one who wanted to do this. Of course he never gave up, he kept going, he had to bring justice for his parents, so he became Robin. But he couldn't help but feel like all these efforts, all the training and working, would be futile in the end, like everything that he had worked towards would just end up leaving him dead, or too broken to do anything.

Death didn't seem too bad right now...

Death. When he was younger he hated the thought of it, and after his parents died he hated it even more. But a little ways after that event, he found that death was a sort of comforting thought, knowing that he would, one day, be reunited with his family, no more living without them. And even if there wasn't a heaven or a place for people to reunite, at least he wouldn't have to keep trudging on without them.

Even though this may sound very suicidal, it wasn't. He wanted to live for them, his family. Because they hadn't gotten the chance to live full lives, so he had come to the conclusion that he would have to make up that lost time they never got, by living his own life.

So, he kept on training, to avoid the unavoidable for as long as physically possible. So it's safe to say that he became Robin for two reasons.

Then, any and all thoughts that he had were interrupted by a loud obnoxious voice echoing through the building.

"Are you gonna do anything!?" Scarecrow shouted as he walked swiftly towards Robin. Robin had no reaction. Scarecrow was now standing over Robin, he bent down and grabbed Robin by the collar of his costume, which was greasy due to not having been washed recently. He pulled Robin up until he was only about an inch from his face. Robin just stared at Scarecrow, his eyes void of all emotion, dead.

"Why won't you do anything?" Scarecrow practically spat in Robin's face. "Why does it seem as though you have "left the building" in a manner of speaking?" Scarecrow asked, tapping Robin's head, a little more lightheartedly. Robin didn't do anything. Scarecrow's breathing grew heavier as he tried to calm himself down.

"Ever since that last little batch of toxin you haven't moved, or said a word, not even a loud breath has come from you... why?" Scarecrow didn't really think that Robin was going to answer him, did he? Scarecrow just kept the intensity, then he pulled his mask from his face, revealing Jonathan Crane. He was pale, and sweating all over, his eyes were sunken in and they had dark circles surrounding them. His brown hair matted with sweat and dirt, it hung loosely over his forehead. His crazed eyes staring into nothing, and everything all at once.

"Not gonna answer me, huh?" Scarecrow swallowed loudly, and dropped Robin back onto the cold unforgiving ground, and he left. Robin lay there again, hazing out and into what felt like a form of sleep that he had never experienced. He could hear everything around, muffled, but his entire brain refused to let him function outside of his body, and he couldn't think coherently. Scarecrow's and idiot and a genius if I've ever met one... Robin thought tho himself.

Then something he couldn't quite comprehend happened.

He felt the floor vibrating, like people were running around, and he heard people yelling, but he couldn't make out any words. This lasted for a good... ten minutes? He really had no idea, it felt like ten minutes...

Then he felt his body rise from the ground. He was being held in a sort of bridle style. The arms holding him were thick and strong, too beefy to be Scarecrow's, and they were covered in kevlar like material, so it couldn't be any of Scarecrow's goons, they were all just wearing t-shirts and jeans...

Batman?

No. It couldn't be Batman, because Batman wasn't coming for him. No, it had to be someone else. But even so, where would this so called person be taking him? And that was when he heard someone he never thought he would.

"Rob!?" The words being formed were choppy and unsteady in Robin's mind. "Are- ok-? We- look, and- didn't- couldn't- ca- you -ear m-? Plea- something!" Robin could hear the panic rising in Wally's throat, but he couldn't say anything for two reasons. One, he was too out of it to make coherent enough thoughts to speak, and two, he was too shocked to believe any of this was going on around him. He then heard M'gann trying to calm Wally down, or so it sounded like...

"He's- alri- everyth- fine Wally, don't- it's- okay?" He heard M'gann saying, it sounded like she was saying that everything was alright, and that he should be okay. Robin even heard a muffled grunt in confirmation coming from Bruce.

"It'll- okay... Don't- it's- we're- please..." Robin heard Kaldur saying to the team in general.

"-Baywatch, he's- it's- don't worry about- it's fine.." Robin heard Artemis saying to Wally in her usual tone. He also heard Wally make some sort of remark in return.

Robin felt cool air flow onto him as he guessed they had stepped outside. He assumed that they would be heading to the bio-ship, then go back to the mountain, or even Batman might just bring Robin back to the batcave if he was feeling that secretive.

But then he remembered that he shouldn't be too glad he was being saved... being saved meant that he wasn't able to help himself, and that he had lost faith in the people he trusted the most. Plus now he would have to deal with Bruce and whatever lecture he would get on this matter. But none of that mattered right now..

He heard engines whining, and dozed off to his own slowing heartbeat...

Waking up in Mount Justice's medical wing was a huge relief, because after everything, he was just glad to be out of any dark depressing thoughts he may have had while with Scarecrow. He was just so happy about everything at this moment, being alive felt good for once.

"Robin?" Robin looked over to the door and found Batman standing there. Robin smiled slightly.

"Hey Bats..." he said slowly, he then waited for Batman to do or say something. So Robin just sat up straighter and looked to the bat, who was still in full costume, as was Robin, which was weird, but the costume was clean now.

"I'm very disappointed," Bruce started off saying. Robin didn't feel too shocked at this, he had a feeling that he'd be getting talked to about how stupid it had been that he let his emotions cloud his judgement, allowing him to be kidnapped by one of the "not-as-threatening-threatening" villains.

"I expected more from someone I trained."

"I-I know... I'm sorry... I let my own personal grievances and problems interfere with what I was doing, this allowed me to be caught off guard and to be taken by Scarecrow... I-I'm sorry," Robin stated, letting his head fall, he was now looking at his hands, which were currently preoccupied playing with the sheets of the medical bed.

"Sorry will get you absolutely no where." Robin nodded and continued to look down. "Look at me," Batman suddenly growled out, Robin's head shot up and he looked the Dark Knight in the eye.

"You are not to return home tonight, and you never will again until you can come and tell me honestly why I should even consider keeping you as a sidekick." The Bat swiftly left with that, Robin could feel a shard of ice slice into his chest, sending all the blood down into the pit of his stomach. His heart was in his throat, and the tears he had said he would never shed when this day came, began to cascade down his cheeks.

But Robin didn't make a sound.

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