I laughed (in a good way) when I saw zatnip. it was sooo cute. This story is pre-zattana, so she's not here yet. so im iplying Turnip/Rob. There's time to protest, so review if you want to hook him up with some one else. there already supermartian and spirfire.

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"What are we doing here?" Turnip asked as they walked into the tech room.

"Batman wanted to speak with us." Ollie, now in his Green Arrow costume said.

"About what?" Turnip asked.

Ollie shrugged. They were in the tech room for a minute before Batman and Flash arrived.

"What's your real name?" Batman asked Turnip.

"Turnip Kaylor Betson..." Turnip said quietly.

"I mean the name you were born with.

"Why?"

"You were adopted." Batman said to Turnip.

Dinah and Ollie looked at Turnip in surprise.

"N-No..." Turnip said quietly.

"Who were your real parents?" Batman asked.

"Cl-Claire and Dom Betson-"

"Your real parents." Batman growled.

"Batman!" Dinah warned.

Turnip backed away from Batman. "Claire and Dominic Betson!" Turnip said more firmly, his voice shaking slightly.

"Obviously." Batman said sarcasticly and started typing on one of the keyboards along the wall in the tech room. "Look familiar?" He asked as two holographic pictures of a man and a woman appeared.

Turnip yelped when he saw the pictures and stumbled behind Ollie, immediately trying to erase the faces from his mind.

The man had long, black hair and blue eyes and looked distinctly like Turnip and the woman had green eyes and white hair. The man was scoweling at the camera and the woman was smirking.

"Dmitri and Yvonne Aptekar." Batman said. "Or in Russia, Slasher and Phantomwing."

"We sent the team to gather information on them." Dinah said in realization.

Turnip hid behind Ollie. He desperately tried to block out what Batman was saying about his biological parents. He had been taken away from them and adopted by the Betsons three years ago when authority finally had proof of abuse.

"Turnip?" Ollie asked, looking down at Turnip who had his face buried in his back. "You okay?"

Turrnip whimpered, he was crying now.

"Slasher and Phantomwing have been stealing intelect from other ountries and selling it to the Mafia for years." Batman said.

"Sweety," Dinah kneeled beside Turnip and pryed him away from Ollie. "You need to be honest with us, okay?" She asked, pulling Turnip against her.

Turnip nodded, covering his face with his hands so that he wouldn't see the pictures.

"What's your real name?" Ollie asked.

"M-Madulin Aptekar..." He said quietly. He looked at Ollie. "I'm sorry..."

Dinah hugged Turnip.

"How did you figure it out?" Ollie asked.

"DNA tests." Barry said.

"They had one son, Madulin Dmitri Aptekar, who was taken into federal custody and adopted by Claire and Dominic Betson after they were caught and put in prison for the first time." Batman said.

Turnip looked at the holographics photos again. He felt himself start to shake as memories from his beating and mental preperations flew in front of his eyes and he screamed.

"Turnip!" Ollie held Turnip by the shoulders. "Turnip!"

Turnip kept his eyes shut. He could almost feel the pain of all the beatings from his father and abuse from his mother.

"The pictures," Dinah said as Turip crumbled to the floor. "He might be having some sort of flashback or something."

"Try to call him down," Barry said, speeding over to them.

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Beating, pain, hands on him...

"Hey, Turnip."

Turnip groaned. Loud voices, cuts, burns, screams, blood dripping...

"Turnip, wake up." Some one said gently.

Needles, knives, smoke, screams, salt...

"Turnip!"

It wasn't a familiar voice, but it was soft and caring.

Metal, chains, drugs, betrayel...

"Please, Turnip!"

Bodies, crying, blood, alone...

"Tuuuurnip!"

Bury them, bury them, bury them...die, die, diediediedieDIE...

Turnip screamed. He felt arms wrap around his shoulders. He was laying on his back. He opened his eyes.

White, masked eyes stared back at him.

He jolted, sitting up.

"You okay, dude?" The other boy said, still holding him, their faces inches apart. "You're not looking so asterous."

Turnip blushed and pulled away. The lights were really dim. "I'm sorry..." He looked around and saw he was in the med bay again.

"It's fine." The boy walked over to the counter and came back with a plastic cup full of water and a couple pills. "Take these."

"What are they?" Turnip asked as he took the cup and pills from the other boy, their fingers brushing one another's.

"Zyprexa." He said, sitting on the bed beside him.

Turnip nodded and took the pills. He noticed he was shaking. "Who are you?" He asked.

"Robin." Robin said said, his legs swinging on the side of the bed.

"Batman's Robin?" Turnip asked.

"Who else?"

"My brother said you were a smart ass." Turnip said quietly.

Robin cackled.

Turnip flinched. "That's really weird..."

Robin smirked and looked at Turnip. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, why?" Turnip asked quietly.

"You had a nightmare." Robin said. "It was about your parents, right?"

"How did you know?" Turnip asked as he moved to sit like Robin on the edge of the bed.

"I have them too." Robin said. "You'll get used to them, but they'll still hurt everytime."

"What are your nightmares about?"

Robin took in a shaky breath. "I watched my parents fall to their deaths."

"I'm sorry..." He said.

"Don't worry about it." Robin smiled.

"My biological parents hurt me and I saw my real parents dead bodies with blood cominng out of their mouths." Turnip said quietly. "Same with my brother and sister."

"My cousin died the same time. My uncle was comatose." Robin said.

"I'm sorry..." He said again.

"So your russian?" Robin asked, changing the subject.

"Yeah..."

"Vy svobodno?" (are you fluent?) Robin asked.

"Da." (yes.) Turnip looked at Robin, smiling. "Vam govoryat na russkom?" (You speak Russian?) He asked.

"Mnogoyazychne." (multi-lingual.) Robin said with a smirk. "Va vorbesc limba romana, de catre orice sansa?"

Turnip frowned. "I-I don't-"

Robin laughed. "It's Romanian, my native language."

"Cool..." Turnip said. "How many languages do you know?"

"Can't list them all."

"Impressive...What are you doing here?" Turnip asked. "Were's Ollie?"

"He had patrol." Robin said. "I was suppose to make sure you were okay. You have PTSD."

"So do you." Turnip defended.

"I know."

"I bet you have basiphobia* or something, right?" Turnip teased.

"Yes. I do." Robin said, unamused.

"O-Oh...I'm sorry- I didn't mean-"

"It's fine."

"N-No...I'm sorry, that was really mean..."

"I been told worse, that was nothing."

"I'm sorry you have to baby sit me..." Turnip said.

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Review or I don't update. I need ideas to make the story longer. you know what time it is? 2:30 am and I have a headache and my breath tastes bad.