I honestly didn't think I'd update this, but for some reason, I really wanted to although I really don't know what to type. So if it sucks, it sucks. If it doesn't… Meh, at least I tried!

Chapter 1:

~XME~

The mansion was near silent, the only sounds coming from it being groans and hisses of pain. No one had the strength or courage to speak out. Even Kurt, the normally comical fuzzilicious elf, couldn't open his lips to crack even one joke. He just sat on the couch, his knees pulled up to his chest, his tail securing them in place. He muttered frantically in German beneath his breath in pain, but no one heard him. Hank was attending to the X-Men as fast as he could, but they were all so hurt and he was only one man. Even the Professor, the brave legless leader of the mutants, couldn't assure safety over his children's terrified minds.

Rogue weakly limped to the couch and collapsed on Kurt's left side, his right already taken by his unconscious best friend. She hadn't had a chance to fix her make-up, seeing that the bathroom and her make-up were both gone from the mansion, so huge purple make-up stains ran from her scared eyes, but she tried to act braver and stronger than she felt. Rogue was too proud to let her little brother see her weak and empty.

"K-Kurt," she willed her lips to say.

Kurt weakly looked over at her, his golden eyes full of pain. His inducer had been destroyed, as had most of his memory of the attack.

"Do you- Do you think he's okay?" she choked out, copying his body position, hugging her knees tightly.

Kurt looked away from her for a moment and glanced at Kitty's unconscious body. He set a hand on top of Kitty's and one around Rogue's shoulders gently, one-arm hugging her comfortingly.

"He… Logan is… Logan's strong. He'll be okay," Kurt tried to assure his sister, but no belief was heard in his voice and Rogue noticed.

Rogue hugged her knees tighter, ignoring the horrible pain that resulted from it. Kurt too was stiff with pain, but he put his world in front of himself.

"How can we be sure?" Rogue asked uncertainly.

Kurt was silent. He glanced about the living room, surveying the damage, for any proof that Logan might be okay. There was nothing. When he sighed, his sigh shook dangerously and he closed his eyes tightly. He removed his arm from around Rogue's shoulders and removed his hand from Kitty's. His arms wrapped around his knees, trying to hug away the pain. It just didn't work like it used to. Rogue's eyes stayed glued on her brother.

I've never seen him like this… even when I pushed Mystique off the cliff…

Tears pooled in Rogue's eyes and she bit her purple lip gently. Her eyes drew forward again and she looked around at the damage. It was horrible to think how weak they had to have been to get beaten this horribly.

Logan's gone, Risty was really my mother, I pushed her off a cliff and she came back to life, my brother's heartbroken… I have no luck with real people, now do I? she thought to herself miserably.

Kurt blinked away tears in his own golden orbs, but not for the same reasons as Rogue. He blamed himself for Kitty's state. He blamed himself for Rogue's state. He blamed himself for being so weak. All Kurt wanted was to be that one knight in shining armor that every girl wants to protect them, but that was never easy. Instead, he was just Kurt, and that wasn't helping anyone. He stole another glance at Kitty, but she still didn't open her blue eyes. Instead, they hid behind their lids and the bangs of her hair.

Part of him wanted to brush the bangs from her face, but right now, his body hurt and he just wanted to wake up. He knew that he wasn't sleeping though. Everything he saw from his wide golden eyes was really happening. Kurt didn't want to have to face the world anymore. He closed his eyes tightly, swallowing his tears again and holding them back. He didn't want to seem weak in front of the only two people he really had left.

XxXxX

~YJ~

"Robin, quit pacing. You're making me dizzy," Wally complained, setting his hands over his eyes.

The youngest of the team's head snapped up in surprise, coming back to the real world, abandoning his mind temporarily.

"What? Oh, sorry… it's just… why isn't he answering?" Robin's voice was still full of concern.

Wally sprung to his feet again and walked over to his best friend. He stood there, staring at Robin's sunglasses, imagining that there was a pair of eyes staring back at him.

"Robin, stop worrying. It's going to be okay!" Wally assured him, smiling.

Robin didn't return it. Wally reached out towards the boy, but Robin reacted quickly. His arm snapped up and he smacked the hand away and jumped back. Wally winced in surprise, dropping his hand to his side.

"Hey, I was just going to tousle your hair. That usually cheers you up," Wally told the black haired boy, confused.

Robin looked at his feet embarrassed, setting a hand to the back of neck.

"I… S-Sorry," he said apologetically.

Wally faked surprise.

"Oh my gosh… did you just say the S word?" he cried, springing back in mock horror.

Robin rolled his eyes beneath the shades and folded his arms over his chest.

"Yeah, I said 'sorry'. Big deal!"

Wally laughed. "So, as you would probably say, 'this is an aster'!"

Wally had made his voice really high and squeaky and had added a squeaky giggle to the end. Robin blushed and looked back down at his feet.

"I don't sound like that!" he claimed, embarrassed more by the giggle at the end then anything.

"Hey dude, don't ever do that again; please," Superboy said in his normal dull tone as he crossed the room towards the kitchen.

Now it was Wally's turn to blush. He hadn't thought anyone else had heard that. He looked around quickly to make sure Miss Martian was no where near. She wasn't though. He sighed in relief. Then he realized something.

"Holy Fish Sticks Batman!" he mocked Robin.

"What do fish sticks have to do with anything?" Robin glared at the red head.

"First you go saying sorry and now Supes just said please! This is a magical day!"

Robin had to stifle a laugh. Wally noticed and inside, he high fived himself on have cheered Robin up so quickly. That had to be a new record. The record was shattered as Robin snuck another glance at the communicator on his arm, his hoodie sleeve pushed back. His fingers moved rapidly against the keyboard and pulled a map of the world. Robin's fingers tapped rhythmically against his wrist, but after a minute or so of typing, he abandoned it. Wally raised an eyebrow, but he didn't question Robin. He knew that if he did, the boy wouldn't tell him anything.

"I… If you need me, please hesitate to come and find me."

And with that, Robin quickly walked away from the living room, brushing past Kaldur quickly. Kaldur turned and watched Robin disappear into his room, closing the door tightly behind him.

"What was that about?" Kaldur asked Wally, confused.

Wally walked back around to the couch and collapsed on it before answering.

"Rob still hasn't gotten a hold of Batman and he's freaking out," the freckle faced boy replied, snatching up the remote.

Kaldur let that register in his mind for a second or two before replying.

"Don't you think it's weird how Batman hasn't contacted Robin?" Kaldur asked.

Wally shrugged.

"I dunno, maybe it's just something Batman taught Robin. You know how Robin tends to drop off the radar. Maybe it's a like father, like son thing?" he offered.

Kaldur shook his head stubbornly.

"No, this is different. When Robin disappears, he resurfaces quickly or is somewhere that we can still get a hold of him. Batman's been gone for at least a day or two, and as long as he's gone, there's nothing for us to do."

Wally's eyes widened.

"No new missions? No butt to kick?" he asked in horror.

Kaldur nodded. "Yeah, don't you remember? Batman's the one who brings us our missions."

Wally got up from the couch quickly, dropping the remote in a flash.

"I say we go find Batman… now."

XxXxX

~Elsewhere~

The other of the two figures stirred quietly. He looked around, confused by the darkness. As he attempted to get to his feet, he noticed the shackles bound to his wrists and ankles. He pulled at them angrily, but he was stuck. He noticed the figure across from him.

"Hey, you!" he called softly.

The figure glanced his way.

"So, you're finally awake… 'bout time," the figure mumbled with a dash of a southern drawl to his voice.

"Who are you? Where are we?" the first one asked, confused.

His eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness and he saw the figure better.

"My name is Logan, but I'm used to be called Wolverine. Who are you?"

"I… Uh, Bruce. My name's Bruce."

Logan laughed.

"What, no fancy super hero name?" he joked.

"Yeah, I do actually. I prefer to be called Batman."

Logan's laugh stopped. "Batman huh? Well, nice to sorta see ya Batman. No idea where the hell we are, but I'm going to have to say we're going to be spending a LOT of time together for a while."

Batman leaned back against the wall of his shadowy prison and sighed. He guessed 'Logan' was right. From the feel of the chains, he'd be here a long while. Might as well get used to it.

So, I really didn't think I'd update this… Well, I'm gonna try to lighten up the X-Men next chapter… if I type it. Review… if you want…

-FJ3