I had a really hard time typing up the X-Men part… Oh well, I tried…

~XMEN~

Kurt teleported into the Infirmary, wincing the second he appeared. He knew better then to teleport when he was injured, but this was more important. He limped back to the medical cabinet, silently passing Hank who was hooking the Professor back up to the machines. He wasn't silent enough.

"Back again Kurt?" Hank asked, surprised.

Kurt froze like a deer caught in head lights. He turned around and faced his older look-alike.

"I… ja…" he said sheepishly, setting a hand to his neck with a weak smile.

He continued towards the medical cabinets.

"This is the third time you've been down here Kurt. Are you sure you don't want me to help you? Your tail doesn't look all too healthy and you've been sporting a pretty bad limp," Hank observed as Kurt weakly stood on his tippy toes to get something from the top shelf in the upper cabinets.

Kurt had to force his eyes to stay open, taking his pain out on his lip by sinking his fangs into them. Hank noticed, but said nothing. He watched Kurt grab the bandages this time and fall back to flat feet. He normally didn't walk on flat feet, but it was obvious that it bothered his legs to be walking normally.

"First you get some pain killers, then some rubbing alcohol and now bandages… Kurt, are you sure you don't need my help? I am trained a bit in medical procedure," Hank offered again.

Kurt shook his head, latching down harder on his lip. His leg may have been killing him, but he was determined.

"No, I'm fine," he insisted, clutching the bandages tight.

"Kurt, are you sure?" Hank asked one last time.

Kurt shot Hank a glare that was more of pain then anger.

"I'm fine. Just attend to ze Professor. I'm taking care of a few more people."

He then disappeared in a sharp BAMF and a soft cry of pain. Hank sighed and turned his attention back to the Professor.

"Well, Charles, this is quite a mess we've got ourselves into, isn't it?" Hank asked the unconscious leader of the X-Men.

XxXxX

~Young Justice~

Robin slipped the motorcycle helmet over his head, ignoring the uncomfortableness he always felt when his shades were pushed into his nose.

"Come on Robin, we're a team. You have to let us help you!" Wally insisted, blocking Robin's path.

Robin's hand clenched into a fist at his side, but he swallowed the urge to punch Wally.

"You can help me, but not with this. This is something I have to do alone," Robin said loud and clear.

Wally glared at the Boy Wonder. Robin returned the glare, but it was hidden beneath the helmet and the shades.

"What's with you and being alone? We're a team! We're supposed to work together! Ya know, team work! Why don't you trust us?" Wally snapped, not moving from his spot.

Robin inhaled sharply, anger running through his blood.

"I do trust you guys, and you know that, but this is something you can't help me do. Once I get back, if I still haven't found Batman, then you guys can help me," Robin insisted, making his way towards his motorcycle.

Wally shot out his hand, smacking Robin's chest and stopping him in his tracks.

"Why can't we help you now? What's the difference between now and later? Batman could possibly be in trouble, and if we all took Megan's ship, we could get you to wherever it is that you think Batman is in half the time it would take you to drive there," Wally suggested, a bit of force laced in his voice.

Robin took a step back and looked up at the red head. Wally's green eyes were determined. His freckles softened the look of anger on his face, but it was still there.

"Like I said, maybe later, but not now. For the last time: this is something you CAN'T help me with."

Wally winced at the venom in Robin's voice. It wasn't usual to see this much anger in the thirteen year old.

"Why can't we help you with this?" the red head asked, curiously.

"Same reason that Batman won't let me tell you guys anything about me," Robin replied before pushing Wally out of the way and mounting his motorcycle.

He started it up.

"And what's that reason?" Wally yelled, over the roar of the engine.

Robin just smiled to himself and revved the engine one last time before gunning it out of the garage. Wally watched Robin become a blur the farther he got away.

Seriously, what's that reason… he asked himself, frowning.

With a sigh, Wally walked inside. Maybe Kaldur would now. Kaldur was a genius after all… most of the time anyway.

XxXxX

"Yeah, I thought I knew you," Bruce laughed, still fumbling with the chains.

Logan sat with a smile on the other side of the prison, his claws out, still trying to cut away the chains.

"And uh, I heard you got a little boy not too long ago," Logan remembered.

Bruce nodded.

"Yeah, I did. I adopted him four years ago," he told Logan, pulling angrily at the chains.

There was something special about them. The more Bruce struggled, the tighter they became on his wrists and ankles.

"His name… uh… wasn't it uh… Ri… I can't remember his name, but I remember his eyes… blue…" Logan said between struggles.

"His name is Richard," Bruce confirmed.

"Is he a big time super hero like you an' me?" Logan asked, curiously.

Bruce laughed.

"No, not in the least," he lied. "Richard's got no more potential as a super hero then I do as a chef."

Logan smiled at the memory. Three years ago, the party; Bruce had attempted to make a pie for his 'son'. It had exploded. Logan remembered the little boy jumping back with a scream as he became covered in pie. That made him laugh. The truth was that Bruce was a really good cook. Richard had been trying to help and a bat bomb had slipped from the utility belt he had hidden beneath his shirt into the pie. But what Logan didn't know wouldn't kill him.

"Hey, Logan, is it just me or are these things getting tighter?" Batman asked, wincing beneath the pressure of the chains.

"I notice it too," Logan confirmed Batman's thoughts.

Batman studied the chains in the darkness. Their bases, barely glowing circles, seemed to be vibrating. What kind of chains were these?

"Logan, are you sure you don't know where we are?"

"Positive," Wolverine's voice came back in a second.

Dread filled Bruce, but he swallowed it. He didn't want to feel that. He pretended like he had hope. Surely Robin was searching for him now. He'd be saved soon and everything would be okay… right?

Alright, I have the biggest urge to write a story based on a movie, whether the story is for X-Men or Young Justice… any ideas? Please send the ideas in a review, if you would…