Hey guys I'm back! :D

So yeah, I'm really sorry about all the 'not updating' that's been going around lately. Crazy right? Good thing I update like all the time. (*sarcasm*) Ha.

Well, is anyone else excited about the next episode, or am I the only one? I didn't think I'd like invasion, but I'm kind of falling into the plot. I don't know, it's weird.

I know no one reads the AN but I'm still writing, just because someone might and that makes me happy.

Oh I almost forgot to thank everyone who alerted/favorited/reviewed this story. You have made my life and I will love you forever. Just thought I'd mention this.

I refuse to do the disclaimer because I say it is common knowledge that I simply do not own DC or YJ or JL or anything cool. Except the Batman belly ring I felt necessary to bring up right now. Why? I don't know. :D

ON WITH THE STORY!

"Batman!" Suddenly, the man dressed in all black shot up from his position on the floor, but cringed as pain jolted through his twisted spine. He expected to see Robin, with two tied up criminals. But instead he saw Commission Gordon.

Daylight shined bright as ever through the windows of the ware house he had slept in, all traces of Ivy every having been there were gone. As was Robin.

"Where's Robin?" Batman asked, attempting to get up without the man's help.

"He wasn't here when we found you. We got a report of Poison Ivy driving away with two kids last night, and we figured we'd meet you here." Commissioner seemed to get more nervous as he explained himself. "Guess one of the kids was Robin."

Batman felt like screaming. He felt like punching a wall and attacking the Commissioner. He felt like ripping through every inch of this city to find the boy. He felt his heart beat speeding up to dangerous speeds, and his fists slowly clenching, ripping the fabric of his gloves.

"It was." Those were the only words he said, his monotone voice easily hiding his fury. He tried to calm himself. Robin will be fine. He can take care of himself. But his anger didn't listen to reason. He quickly strode away, pushing his cape out behind him.

"Batman!" the worried officer called after him, quickly trying to follow. "What happened? We can try to help!"

"I've got it covered." He said, his voice not allowing the anger he felt leak through. He wouldn't let James Gordan see that he was secretly panicking, just slightly.

He jumped into the Bat-mobile, starting it. But he didn't move. Instead, he summoned the mini-computer he had installed. He began furiously typing away at it, searching for any trace of Robin.

Nothing.

The screen blankly stared back at his tired, groggy face.

No little red dots to tell him exactly where to find Robin, to lead him to his young protégé.

For a moment, he sat still, wondering where to go from here. His body tensed, his teeth showing in a vicious snarl. But he remained calm. By some act of God, he remained calm.

Then, his fists tightly gripping the steering wheel, he drove to the Batcave to continue his search.

Meanwhile:

"You know, Boy Wonder, struggling won't get you very far." Her evil voice purred in the boy's ear, as she slowly wrapped her arms around him from behind.

Robin had awakened to find himself in a dark room. A long, grey table lay along the wall across from where he was. Tools were scattered across it. He couldn't make out exactly what, but he imagined some form of torture tools.

He himself had been stripped of his shirt, shows, and utility belt. His bare arms were tightly strapped to the cold, metal chair he sat in, as were his feet. He had a cloth in his mouth, tightly bound behind his jaw line. However he had yet to sustain any injuries.

He mumbled against the gag in his mouth, already having come up with a smart ass remark. However, no one could understand.

Ivy laughed, standing across from him, leaning on the table. "I'm sorry, what was that?" she laughed evilly.

Her laughter was interrupted, however, by a loud knocking on the door. "You said he would be mine!" whined an achingly familiar voice.

"He'll be yours soon enough, Venus!" Poison Ivy seemed more than irritated at her 'sidekick.' "For now he's mine!" Her voice came out harsh, however it didn't seem to deter the girl outside the door.

"Well hurry up! Or else!" The girl called. And although one could hear her footsteps walking away, her presence was still there.

Poison Ivy walkd over to Robin, pulling the cloth out of his mouth. "I want to hear you scream." She smiled.

Strolling casually over to the table, she picked up a crow bar. "This is more Joker's style," she said to herself, as if picking out a handbag and not a torture tool.

She picked up several tools, before her hand finally rested on one. She walked over to Robin and began untying his feet. He tried to move, but his muscles hadn't fully awakened yet. His legs were like jelly beneath him.

His arms also hung limply at his sides. Ivy tied his wrists together, leaving very little room. Then she dragged him to the center of the room, lit by only a single desk lamp. On the ceiling, there was a small hook, onto which she hung his wrists.

Unable to move, barely able to keep his eyes open, he was forced to watch as Poison Ivy walked back to the table and picked up a whip.

"Do you know what this is, Boy Blunder?" she asked sarcastically. When she received no answer, she grabbed his chin, squeezing her hands viciously around it and yanking his limp head so she looked him in the mask.

"It's a whip, dumb ass!" he said through his grunt of pain and squished cheeks.

"No! This is a Cat f Nine Tails whip. It has nine little whips at the very end, and at the very end of those are sharp little rocks. See?" she held up the whip so he could see.

Without another word, she stepped back, toying with the whip a moment longer before thrusting it deep into Robin's chest. A scream escaped his throat as the nine little ships punctured his flesh, ripping small chunks of it out and flinging it across the room.

Smiling, Ivy whipped him again. Every single time, his muscles tensed, causing his body to convulse and pull against his restraints. Any numbness he'd had before was gone, and the pain seeped through his entire body.

Finally, the whipping was over. Blood slowly oozed out of small incisions all over his torso, he panted from pain, sweat dripping down his face and his hair slightly matted against his scalp.

Suddenly, a small, cold hand gripped his face again, forcing him to look up. His skin shivered, between pants, he managed to force out a growl at her.

However, he could feel stinging begin in every little cut along his chest and torso. As the burning sensation got worse, he bit his lip and hissed. Looking down, he realized Ivy had begun rubbing a wet wash cloth across his skin.

"Like that, Bird Boy?" she asked. "It's a mixture of lemon juice, salt, and rubbing alcohol." She smiled, but Robin couldn't see it.

He clenched his eyes shut. His head leaned back and he did anything he thought to stop the pain. But nothing did. The cuts began sizzling, bubbling up. Robin didn't even notice when the screaming and banging began on the other side of the door again.

"Leave him alone!" she screamed. "It's my turn!"

"Shut up!" Ivy shouted back. "I was done anyway." She stopped rubbing his chest, but the stinging continued nonetheless.

"See you tomorrow, Boy Wonder." She smiled as she opened the door, light blinding the teen as he hung from the ceiling. He didn't notice when a small, curvy figure stepped inside.

He felt himself being lifted off the roof, and gently placed on the floor. When he opened his eyes, his body was on the floor, and his head was in Venus' lap.

"Hi." She said gently, she reached up and grabbed a washcloth off the table.

Robin immediately sat up as she went to rub it on his cuts. That's when he realized his hands were untied. He backed into the corner, his body involuntarily shivering in fear.

"Get away from me!" he all but screamed. He wrapped his arms protectively around his torso.

"No, it's just water. I promise." She said, instantly knowing what had happened.

She attempted to approach him again, but he wouldn't allow it.

"Fine." She sighed.

Was it worth the huge long wait? I doubt it. It took me two days just to write it. I've already got the next chapter planned, so I'll probably update tomorrow. But on another, much more important note:

Did anyone else, like you know, DIE when they saw the newest episode? Wally, Artemis, Roy, and Cheshire! I'm surprised I didn't scream and make my family think I was dying or something. I do wonder, why Wally quit though… Tell me your thoughts in the reviews. I'm actually extremely curious. If you answer, I'll update within the week. Pinky promise :D