He likes me! He likes me! Oh my God! He likes me! *Fangirl scream* Anyway, to celebrate, Imma update with longer chapters I guess. I love him… I love him… and I told him… and he said he liked me too… He likes me… I can't get over that! He said yes! He said he liked me! From his own voice to my own face! I LOVE HIM! I LOVE HIM!

Chapter 5:

~XMEN~

Rogue's eyes opened weakly in the dark room. She took a quick glance at the clock and sighed.

It's only three she thought to herself with disappointment.

It was just barely that. The red flashing letters on Kurt's alarm clock read 3:04 AM, and for some reason, he had his alarm set. Rogue didn't think much of it though. It was only 3 after all. What was one to think about that early in the morning? Yet, for some reason, Rogue found that she didn't really have the desire to reclose her eyes fall back asleep. She waited until her eyes adjusted to the dark of the room before looking around her.

Kitty was lying in Kurt's bed, the bed right next to hers. Kurt must have moved the bed Rogue was resting on next to the one where Kitty was laying down, because last Rogue remembered, she was halfway across the room. Kitty was fast asleep, turned somewhat towards Rogue, and somewhat towards a figure that lay on their back in the middle of the two beds. Rogue couldn't figure out who the figure was just yet, but she figured she'd find out soon enough. For now, the room was silent, except for the soft, rhythmic breathing of the two people sleeping beside her.

Rogue studied the figure beside her closely and easily identified it as her loving brother, who had his hands folded over his stomach, his tail underneath his hands. The blade of the tail was pressed gently against his chest. Kurt's face was masked by the shadows of the night, but if Rogue had seen his face, she wouldn't have smiled gently as she did. Convinced that Kurt and Kitty were both sleeping peacefully, Rogue laid back down in an attempt to do just as they were.

XxXxX

~Kurt's Dream~

The circus tent was almost empty. The stands were empty, the cages were gone, and his whole Circus team was missing. The only people in the tent were him and a small boy kneeling at the other end of the Circus tent, sobbing. Kurt frowned gently and slowly approached the boy.

"Hello," Kurt said gently.

The boy didn't respond. He just stayed on his knees, his shoulders shaking violent with silent convulsions. Kurt furrowed his eyebrows.

"Sprechen sie Englisch?" he asked again.

Maybe the boy was German, just like him.

"No," the boy sobbed gently.

Kurt felt bad, but he was happy at least that the boy understood him. Kurt continued walking towards the boy.

"Vat's wrong?" Kurt asked, now only feet from the brunette.

The boy looked to be barely nine, if even that. He wore a strange green jumpsuit and had bandages around his arms. Kurt recognized him almost instantly as an acrobat or trapezist, just like himself.

"Th-they're gone," the boy choked out, not meeting Kurt's eyes. "It's all my fault."

Kurt knelt beside the boy.

"Who's gone?"

The boy hid his face in his hands as tears rolled heavily from his cheeks.

"My parents… they're dead… I knew and… I-I couldn't… I just had to watch," the boy replied gently, his voice quivering.

Kurt sympathized for the boy more than he would ever imagine. He knew what that was like. Kurt put a wary blue arm around the boy, comforting him.

"Don't vorry," Kurt assured the brunette. "It gets better after a vhile."

The boy looked up at Kurt gently, his eyes hidden by a surprising dark shadow.

"R-Really?" he asked, his voice broken.

Kurt nodded. "Ja, I promise it does. After a vhile, you almost seem to forget about it."

A smile spread across the boy's hidden face and he weakly got to his feet, causing Kurt to remember to drop his arm quickly. Kurt set a hand on his neck.

"Hey, my name is Kurt, but seeing zat ve're in ze Circus at ze moment, I guess I should tell you my circus name? I'm Nightcrawler," Kurt introduced himself, offering the boy his hand.

The boy with the hidden eyes shook Kurt's hand, and suddenly, before Kurt's eyes, he seemed to grow taller, more muscular and his hair seemed to magically turn black in a wave. The shadow over his eyes shrunk down to a strange looking mask and his green jumpsuit turned into a strange uniform with a familiar R in a circle on his chest. He gently let go of Kurt's hand, revealing his gloves and the strange glowing cuff around his arm.

"Hey to yourself. My name is Robin, but I'm one of the Flying Graysons," the boy introduced himself.

Kurt smiled, amazed at how the boy had just morphed in seconds. "You seem so familiar, don't I know you?"

Robin looked the boy up and down with his classic, but unknown to Kurt, 'Robin' look, which meant he was deep in thought.

"I… You look so familiar… Um… did you ever perform in Haley's Circus?" he asked.

Kurt shrugged gently.

"All my time spent in ze Circus, I vas under sedation to keep me 'calm and under control'. Zey claimed zat I vas 'too dangerous', just because I look like…" he gestured to himself. "Zis."

Robin shrugged. "I dunno dude, you don't look all that dangerous to me… so, how did you know that everything was going to be okay? It sounds like you've been through it?"

Kurt sighed. "Ja, in a matter of speaking. You vatched your parents die, I'm assuming, and I… uh… well, I saw my brother die."

"Saw?" Robin questioned, picking up on the change of tone in Kurt's voice.

Kurt's golden eyes dodged the thirteen year old's eyes.

"Ja, I saw him die," he lied.

Robin rolled his eyes.

"Fine, I'll let you say that, but you can't hide forever."

Kurt laughed at that.

"I can't?" he taunted, holding up his wrist and showing the boy his holowatch or inducer.

He pressed the button, and then, standing before the thirteen year old, was an American boy with long black hair, black eyes and pale skin. Robin jumped, but then he laughed too.

"So you hide behind a watch and I hide behind a mask… maybe we are alike…"

Kurt shrugged. "Maybe ve are. Vhat about it?"

"Well, I need some help to find someone… close to me… I think he's in trouble. He's been gone for three days now and hasn't contacted me. Can you help?"

Kurt automatically felt as if he really knew Robin and had for a while.

"Of course, but only if you'll help us. My friends and I, ve've lost von of our teachers and ve need him back."

Robin nodded. "Yeah dude, I promise."

Kurt grinned. "Alright, I'll help. Vhere'd you last see him?"

"Gotham City," Robin replied instantly.

Kurt raised an eyebrow. "Really? Zat isn't far from vhere I live… Vell, let's go! Anysing I can do to help."

But before Kurt could follow Robin everything went white and we woke up.

XxXxX

Kurt sat up quickly, his breath getting caught in his throat. He looked around rapidly, but just found that the room was still dark. He quickly glanced at his alarm clock. It was 4:30. He set a weak hand to his head. His leg was still bothering him, but not as much as the dream. It had seemed so real. Who was Robin? What was in Gotham City? Who were the Flying Graysons? Kurt slowed his breathing and glanced on either side of him. Rogue and Kitty were still fast asleep, both of them facing him, as if watching over him.

Kurt gently reached up and grabbed his bed post, using it to pull himself into the air and flipping silently off of the beds onto the floor. He winced as his foot hit the ground, but he forced himself to be silent. He was determined to find a working computer in the Institute and to find some Ibuprofen. Preferably he would find the Ibuprofen first though, because nothing bothers a headache worse then the strange rhythmic click of computer keys.

XxXxX

~Young Justice~

Robin scaled the ramp of Miss Martian's ship and took his seat, receiving curious glances from his team.

"Where to Robin?" Kid Flash asked, already suited up.

Robin was silent as his fingers flew across his holographic computer. His eyes darted back and forth quickly across the screen as he typed.

"Uh, Rob?" Kid Flash tried to get the black haired boy's attention.

Robin didn't turn his attention away from the computer screen as he searched everything he could think of. That wasn't enough though. For once, the Boy Wonder was miffed. He definitely wasn't feeling the aster. He turned off his computer, setting a hand to his forehead.

"I don't… I don't know… I… I've tried almost everything…" he mumbled.

His head really hurt. He tried to convince himself that it was just from thinking too hard and stress. He remembered having to go to the hospital when he was 11 because he kept getting these mind numbing headaches and stomachaches. In the end, it was all just from too much stress. He had recovered from that quickly though.

"Everything?" Kaldur checked, making sure that the almost leader was positive.

Robin closed his eyes tightly, rubbing his temples rhythmically.

"Yeah, everything that I… that I can think of…"

He groaned in pain. "Gah, does… does anyone have any Ibuprofen?"

No one answered his reply. Well, if they did, Robin couldn't hear them. The world began to blur, causing him to blink swiftly. He wasn't feeling good all of a sudden.

"I… it's okay… I'm just going to… let's head… home…"

Then Robin felt himself lose grip on his consciousness. His hidden blue eyes closed beneath the mask and he felt his body go slack before the ringing in his ears took over and everything went dark.

"What'd he say?" Megan asked, too far away to have heard Robin's mumbling.

"He wants us to head back home," Superboy beat Wally to saying it.

Megan shrugged. "Oh, alright… Is he okay?"

Wally nodded. "Yeah babe, he's just sleeping."

And it was true. Robin was just asleep, nothing more. But no one else knew that though.

XxXxX

~Robin's Dream~

Screams filled the air around Robin. He looked around frantically, terrified. He couldn't understand them, but he knew they were German. He could tell that easily because of the sounds, but he didn't know where it was coming from or who was screaming. The screams were blood curdling and they were driving him mad. He dropped to his knees and covered his ears.

"Stop! Stop!" he cried.

He didn't think twice of how the dirt he was kneeling on was staining his pants. He didn't even notice the blood surrounding him either.

"Mein Gott!" a voice sobbed, drowned out again by more screams.

Robin forced his eyes open and he looked around, his ears still covered tightly.

"Who are you? Stop screaming!" he begged, his head turning rapidly.

Then, he saw. Not more than 20 feet ahead of him was a boy, looking 5 years younger then himself, bound tightly to a crucifix, held above a roaring fire. Robin's eyes widened and he uncovered his ears. He leapt to his feet and charged towards the boy, reaching for his utility belt. He quickly found a birdarang and increased his speed. Then, before he knew it, he was right beside the boy. He didn't notice the boy's fur, tail, or missing digits. Instead, he just cut away at the rope rapidly.

The screaming and sobbing elf fell from the crucifix onto Robin. Instead of being heavy and causing Robin to collapse, the boy felt no heavier then 50 pounds. The boy was obviously terrified, but he clung to Robin tightly, his tears falling onto the boy's shoulder.

"Danke," he sobbed, his words muffled. "Danke, mein Freund, danke…"

Robin set a hand gently on the back of the boy's head, comforting him. He wasn't used to being hugged. It was new to him. He didn't understand much of what the boy said though. He spoke French, Italian, English, Morse Code, Sarcasm and Sign Language, but he didn't speak much German. He knew only bits and pieces.

"Uh, Sprechen sie Englisch?" he asked, hoping it meant 'Do You Speak English'.

It did.

"J-Ja… z-zank you… zank you," the boy continued in a heavy accent.

"Who did this to you?" Robin asked, horrified.

He noticed all of the blood stains on the boy and how weak he was. It couldn't be normal.

"Every von… z-zey hate me… zey zink I… zey zink I killed ze children… but I didn't! It vas… Stefan… und I killed him," the boy sobbed, his words overlapping themselves.

"I believe you," Robin somewhat told the truth, loosening his hold on the boy.

The boy turned his gaze to Robin, his golden eyes sparkling with tears that still fell heavily from his eyes.

"Vhy'd you save me?" the boy asked. "You should've… I should've died…"

Robin raised an eyebrow. What was wrong with this boy?

"Why?"

The boy's sobs just stopped and suddenly, he grew another three feet taller, grew bigger muscles and some of his wounds healed. Not all of them though. He had a huge bloody cut on his leg, his tail was bent wrong and he had a deep and ancient cut across his chest. He looked at least 16 now, and much stronger.

"My family is in trouble. Ve're all hurt and injured some of us close to deaz. Ve vere attacked by some von ve can't remember, and zey took our teacher. Richard Grayson, can you help us?" the boy's voice grew stronger and his accent was weaker now.

Robin jumped in surprise. "I… how'd you know my name?"

The boy didn't answer that. "My name is Kurt Vagner, and I'm von of ze X-Men. You are Robin, and you are part of ze Justice League. Can you help us? If you do, ve'll help you find Batman."

Horror ran through Robin. "How did you know…?"

"1407 Graymalkin Lane, Salem Center, Westchester Country, New York," Kurt said slowly, repeating it over and over again in a deep, low and hypnotic voice that didn't sound in the least bit German.

And with that, Robin sat up with a start.

"1407 Graymalkin Lane, Salem Center, Westchester Country, New York," he cried out, without thinking about it.

The others glanced at him, confused.

"What?" echoed around the ship.

"We have to go to 1407 Graymalkin Lane, Salem Center, Westchester Country, New York! Come on!"

Megan shrugged, closed her eyes and redirected the ship towards that address. She didn't dare question Robin. There'd be no point.

XxXxX

~Elsewhere~

Batman felt one thousand times heavier. He couldn't move his body off of the ground. Logan felt one thousand times lighter and he found it harder to breathe. Something was wrong. He couldn't work his claws. What was going on?

Do you like the length? It was much harder to type like this, but I don't mind it. What do you think? Longer, back to original, whatya want?

-FrankandJoe3