A/N: Hey people I hope you like this chapter because I know compared to some people it's really short but to me its reeeaallly long! Hope you enjoy it anyway and please review.

Disclaimer: I don't own Young Justice nor do I enjoy writing this or line breaks as you will see later.

GOTHAM CITY
AUGUST 2 2014
23:45 EDT
CAPTURED

Darkness. That was all there was to her. A never-ending sea of blackness. But if it was darkness and she was either dead or unconscious then why did her head hurt like a troupe of Irish dancers used it as a stage? And why couldn't she remember where she was? Or who she was with?

"Urgh". What?! A noise?!

But who would be making such a pitiful sound? Unless it was actually herself making that noise and if that was the case then that noise was just embarrassing!

Light filtered underneath her eyelashes as she came back to the realm of consciousness.

She was in a dirty, rundown room that's dull grey paint was peeling from the walls. She wasn't alone...

There was a boy in a bloodie uniform that looked oddly familiar. Why couldn't she remember...?

The boy groaned again and rolled over to face her. She would have screamed if she could make anymore noises apart from pitiful whimpers.

There was a cut near his forehead that stretched to his mask. The sticky blood had started to clot but it was still clinging to the left side of his face. His cheek was turning purple and his jaw was swollen and bruised. His uniform was tattered and ripped, exposing more bruises on his right shoulder, a deep-looking cut on his abdomen that oozed sticky blood and a purple liquid.

Robin!

Now that Kitten had seen Robin she realized that she had her own set of injuries. She could feel exposed skin, sticky with blood. Taking a deep breath she re-closed her eyes and concentrated on the pain that was seeping throughout her body.

She located pain in her ribs, leg and fingers. Her index and ring fingers were definitely broken as well as two of her ribs. Her shoulder had been slashed and was feeling very numb. She could feel some form of liquid coating her left leg and left bicep and knew they were bleeding too.

Slowly she re-opened her eyes. Robin had been dragging himself over to her. His utility belt was gone, as was her whip. When he spoke to her, his voice was cracked and hoarse.

"What happened? All I remember was turning to check the meeting point and hearing you scream! Why did you scream?"

Then it came back to her. They had been on patrol. Batman often let Kitten tag along now; to learn the ropes of the hero business. But something had gone wrong…

That man! The man she saw on the side of the roofs.

Two-Face…

She swallowed, trying to moisten her dry throat.

"Robin" she croaked. She tried to get him to come nearer; she just couldn't speak that loud just yet.

"Robin…Two… Two-Face" she breathed into his ear. All his muscles tightened.

Two-Face? No, that was impossible. He couldn't be the one behind this… not him.

Kitten saw the panic that had embraced her comrade. Slowly she tried to stretch her arm to grasp his but the purple substance seemed to numb every muscle to the bone. Thankfully he caught the motion with his eyes and turned to look at someone who had had no experience with Two-Face. None at all.

'So if I don't stay calm; she'll panic worse than me' with that epiphany in mind, he tried to raise himself onto his elbows. Kitten saw his struggle and was internally cursing herself. She hadn't meant to make him struggle or worry more!

"Robin…Stop, I…I'll be fine" she croaked to the boy next to her. But Robin didn't stop. He kept on trying to raise himself up. Batman had taught him to ignore pain in favor of finding a way out of the situation he now found himself in. He was trained by the goddamn Batman! And he would not be scared of a scarred reject like Two-Face.

However when Robin rose to a kneeling position he found his lower legs had been broken. He collapsed, panting and sore, on the ground next to Kitten. At her worried look, he shook his head doggedly. It was no good. He couldn't move; she couldn't move; they were stripped of their weapons and defenses… They were on their own: and it was looking hopeless.

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GOTHAM CITY
AUGUST 2 2014
00:00 EDT

Meanwhile Batman had enough to worry about. When he realized that Robin and Kitten were both missing, he immediately radioed Alfred to call Silena. While Batman may not be a coward he had seen how protective Silena was about her 'Little Kitten'. And that was one of the only things on this Earth that truly scared him.

Now he had to deal with a pissed off Catwoman and his own worries about the two children. He could not handle another Robin dying. He couldn't handle that! And if Kitten had died too… he couldn't bear to think about that!

So he put up with Catwoman screeching in his ear. 'You swore you'd protect her'; 'You said that she'd be safe with you and Robin'; he knew. He knew he had said all those things. And now another innocent child's life was in the balance; along with his own Little Robin.

Batman had no doubt who had done this: Two partners, exactly at midnight- two sets of double 00's, on the second of the eighth month 2014.

It was Two-Face!

Every Robin's personal nightmare and tormenter. Ever since Robin first took to the streets of Gotham, Two-Face had had it in for his little bird. But not tonight.

Batman, with Catwoman in toe, was going to get to Two-Face and make sure that he never touches his baby bird AGAIN!

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Back with Robin and Kitten…

Slowly over the past fifteen minutes, Robin and Kitten had managed to drag themselves over to the wall. Neither felt very safe just lying out in the open. Of course they were in Two-Face's 'domain' so no-where was safe to them, but it was more of the feeling of being surrounded by shadows again that drew them to the wall.

There they lay, panting and clutching their broken ribs as much as they could as their breathing evened out again. They had found that not only were Robin's legs broken but most of his fingers were too. Crawling on his elbows had grazed them and they were now bleeding too. If things were looking bad before they were about to be even worse…

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With Alfred in his ear telling him where to go it shouldn't have surprised Batman to learn that Two-Face had hidden in that old house again. The one where he had tortured the first Robin. It was for that reason that Batman was surprised to see Nightwing running along side him and Catwoman.

"What are you doing here?" he growled at his ward. Richard Grayson may have stopped being Robin but that didn't mean he had stopped being a hero. Now as Nightwing, he had become an even better hero than what Batman would have ever thought he would be able to be. He was now the leader of Young Justice and had taken the role of mission assigner. But that wasn't what Nightwing was doing here tonight.

"My little brother was taken by Two-Face. That delusional maniac almost killed me when I was Robin. I am not about to let another brother die in my old uniform or in my old name Batman! I'm not going to let that happen!"

With that they sailed over the high rooftops and dingy alleyways of Gotham until they reached that house. The house where a horrible screaming was coming from.

With a horrified gasp, Catwoman leapt from her perch and sprinted up to the house, taking down goons in an effortless struggle to each the house. The house from which her daughter screams was soon joined by that of Robin's. And Batman had joined the struggle, fighting desperately as every memory of the torture screaming from that boy filled his head. 'Joker hurting Dick', 'Two-Face hurting Dick', 'Joker hurting Jason',' Joker killing Jason', 'Joker hurting Tim'. The screams of the Robins echoing inside his head.

None of the goons noticed Nightwing as he flew to the roof. No-one noticed he slip inside with an anguished fury disguised in his movements.

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Kitten lay down, gasping, on to the floor. She couldn't have held it in. She had to have let it out. But now that she had screamed, she felt weaker then ever. With tears in her eyes she watched her friend be beaten by the mad man that stood before her.

Two-Face had taken a dagger and drove it into her abdomen. Then he had started to twist it around in her body. Her entire stomach area felt like boiling magma had been pored into her wound. And now she watched, held by one of his many henchmen, as Two-Face drove two of his daggers right into Robin's shoulders.

The screams started up again, tears ran from underneath his mask and ohh how she knew that his navy blue eyes would be bloodshot and red by now. Half-delirious with pain he called out to people no-body else could see. He called for Batman, for Nightwing, for Batgirl. He called for his mother, father, sister, brothers. He called for every angel in Heaven to help him.

And when he could finally scream no more, Two-Face threw him aside like a rag-doll and he lay there, limp upon the cold, bloodied floor; in a gathering pool of both their bloods.

And Two-Face laughed at them, laughed at how they hurt and cried and screamed. And then he spoke the words that broke Kitten's heart to hear.

"You called for you're big brother Bird Brat, but he will never come. He never came for the other one so why should you be any different?"

That's when Robin started to really cry. Broken, heart-retching sobs, then despairing wails rent the dawn air, as Two-Face stood over him and prepared to shoot him.

Then a voice called, loud and clear and trembling with rage.

"GET AWAY FROM MY BABY BROTHER!"

A black blur tackled Two-Face and knocked the gun out of his hands. Just then Catwoman and Batman burst into the room; saw Two-Face and let out animalistic roars. With all finesse forgotten they launched them selves at the goons surrounding them, leaving Nightwing to fight off Two-Face.

And that is exactly what he did. All Nightwing's rage and fury were driving themselves into every blow he delivered. In mere minutes Two-Face was a bloodie mass, writhing on the floor and all the goons were in a similar state. And with undisguised relief, Nightwing gathered his little brother into his arms and rushed out while Batman called on the Batmobile.

Catwoman cradled Kitten in her arms. She was crying out of sheer relief that her daughter was still alive and was now back with her.

Batman came over to the pair just as Gotham PD turned up. When The Commissioner saw Catwoman he immediately trained his gun on her with all the police following.

"They are not to blame here. I shall be taking them with me as they have reformed. Lower your weapons"

That's when the police noticed Kitten. It was not known that Catwoman had a partner, although she had been around for almost a year now. This was the reason that Catwoman no longer played around with diamond and priceless treasures. Then they noticed her injuries. Then they noticed the bloodie lump on the floor. The conclusion seemed to dawn on them all at once as with much apologizing, they allowed Batman to escort both Kitten and Catwoman to the Batmobile where Nightwing and Robin were both already strapped in and ready to get both protégés to the expert care of Alfred and Dr. Thompson.

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Waking up with no clue where you were was really starting to annoy Kitten. At least this time she had Catwoman with her, holding onto her hand as she had slept. Smiling softly at her mother, she spared a moment to look around.

She was in a hospital bed, with an IV drip attached to her arm. Her fingers were in casts and she could feel bandages wrapped tight around her chest. Her left arm and leg were both in casts, and her leg was hoisted in the air while her arm was in a sling.

After she got past her injuries she discovered she was in a cave. It was dark with shadows dancing in the light of the lamp beside her bed. It wasn't cold which surprised Kitten (she was thankful to whoever healed her that she had left her mask on), and she wondered briefly how someone had managed to heat an entire cave? But surely not all the cave was heated! Only the medical bay.

She was roused from her musing when a young man appeared out of the shadows. He was tall with black hair, longer and wilder than Robin's haircut. There was a blue bird symbol emblazoned on his chest. This was the man who came to rescue them; she remembered and tried to smile at him. He saw the small, weak smile on her face and grinned.

"How you holding up?" he whispered

"I'll manage" she croaked back. Her words seemed to amuse him for a second before he became serious once more.

"My name is Nightwing. I'm Robin's… err older brother I guess you could say. What's your name?"

"Kitten. I'm Catwoman's partner"

"So I see. She hasn't left your side since the doc stop working on you"

They lapsed into comfortable silence as Nightwing came and sat in the other chair beside her bed.

"How long was I out for?"

"Four days. Catwoman has barely slept."

"What about Robin?"

As soon as she asked this question pain and worry filled his young face.

"Still unconscious".

With that they fell into silence once more.

Over the next few days Kitten was tested and concentrated on healing. had wanted to make sure she had seen to all her injuries and told her that she would be in a wheelchair for at least to months. Lest to say Kitten wasn't too happy about that idea. But she permitted her mother and sometimes Nightwing to wheel her around the Batcave, but most of the time she spent it in Robin's room. Well part of the cave.

After seven days Robin was still unconscious. Nightwing hardly left his side anymore even when he was supposed to be in university. He had told Kitten that Robin's father didn't know about him being Robin and was wondering where he was. Nightwing said that if Robin wasn't back with him in two days, his father would call the police and that could expose his identity. But apart from occasional snack, bathroom and drink breaks; both of them stayed beside Robin's bed 24/7.

Nightwing said he wouldn't abandon his little brother and Kitten said she wouldn't abandon her friend. They bound by trauma now.

It was on the night of the 9th of August when the miraculous happened.

Kitten was singing to pass the time. Singing 'This song saved my life' by Simple Plan to say something. She wasn't sure what exactly. Mainly how she was wishing Robin would wake up then the song would have saved someone's life; or close to it anyway. But as she neared the end of the song, hopelessness engulfed her again, as it always did when she sat beside the un-moving Boy Wonder.

"That was beautiful"

Her head whipped towards the bed. Robin's mask, obscuring the beautiful blue eyes, were open and he was smiling. Actually smile.

She did what any girl would do. Jumping up and screaming "ROBIN" at the top of her voice, she rushed to his side. Or as much as she could while in a wheelchair. Tears were falling thick and fast but she didn't care about crying. Robin was awake.

Roused by her scream Nightwing, Catwoman and Batman all ran into the room. Nightwing took one look at his brother in his bed, sitting up and looking around, and cried out his name in a similar manner to Kitten.

"ROBIN!" and with that cry he launched himself to the side of the bed and started fussing over Robin. Tears of relief and joy were falling from behind his mask as he cradled his brother's face in his hands telling Rob of for scaring him to hell and back. Nightwing and Kitten were both crying, Catwoman was laughing with relief, Batman was hovering behind Nightwing gazing at his bird with undisguised relief; and through all of this, Robin just smiled, tears of his own cascading down his cheeks.

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GOTHAM CITY

DECEMBER 24 2014

19:35 EDT

CHARITY BALL AND A DECISION

It was Christmas eve. A most magical time of the year. And this year Silena and Sophie Kyle had been invited to A Wayne Charity Ball. Something that had confused Sophie to no end, especially when all Silena did was giggle and smile as she took them dress shopping.

Even though Sophie wasn't a girly-girl she had to admit it had been a nice day. Just her and her mother, shopping for incredibly pretty dresses, having their hair and nails done and generally having a girly time. They didn't often do things like that and Sophie had to admit it felt…nice.

So now they were inside the car, driving up to Wayne Manor.

The Manor was tall, elegant and old. Something Sophie loved. There was just something magical about a big old manor outside a big city especially at Christmas. With patches of light spilling like jewel from the stained glass window or the fine layer of snow dusting the house like a layer of icing sugar.

Puller her coat tighter around her, her and Silena stepped out the car and walked up the stairs and into the main hall of the manor.

The hall was filled with swaying bodies, elegant dresses and expensive jewels winking in the light of a beautiful crystal chandelier. Near the walls there were small round tables decked out in red and gold with an ice sculpture in the middle. Mistletoe and holly hung around the walls and doorways. And there at the top of the staircase was the host of the party: Bruce Wayne. Beside him stood Richard Grayson-his ward and on his other side stood… Timothy Drake!

'That's why Mum just giggled' thought Sophie as she stared up at her friend. 'We were invited to a party by The Batman!'

"Shocking isn't it?" Silena whispered, seeing the shock on her daughter face as she figured out who their host was. Sophie only nodded the affirmative as Bruce Wayne noticed them. Excusing himself and the two boys, he hastened to join them by the side of the dancefloor.

"Silena I'm glad you managed to make it. And may I say you look wonderful" he said politely as he reached them. It was very true that Silena did look beautiful. I a sleek black halter neck dress that went to her ankles, she showed of her figure making many women envious. A diamond necklace hung from her neck (a birthday present from Bruce if you could believe that). With black strappy heels adding to her height she now stood eye height to Bruce instead of chin height like normal.

Richard came and gave Silena a hug which she returned with enthusiasm. Tim hung back a bit trying to see the identity of Kitten. Only when she turned to look at him did he allow his mouth to drop.

It was Sophie! Sophie! His friend from out of school. The girl in ratty jeans and sneakers who was stood before him, only she was a completely different girl now.

Her black hair was pulled up into an elegant bun with a crown of holly placed on her head. Her green eyes were free from eyeliner and mascara now and they were twinkling with amusement at his expression. She was dressed in a form-fitting green dress with dark purple material over the skirt that flowed with her movement. Green strappy heels showed from under the hem of the dress. All in all the effect was very Christmassy.

"Timmy if your jaw goes any lower it will fall off" she giggled bringing him back to the present.

Silena, Bruce and Richard all stared at the exchange as Tim closed his mouth with a snap.

"You two know each other?" asked Richard turning his head to stare at each of them in turn.

"Yes I met Tim outside of Gotham Academy and he showed me around. We've been meeting up afterschool sometimes to talk."

"And why wasn't I told about this?" Silena asked teasingly nudging her side. Sophie just laughed in response. She decided to pretend that she didn't know who these three were.

"Mr. Wayne I was wondering whether you could enlighten me on something? Why exactly did you invite my mother and I along to this party when it is obvious there are only rich people here?"

A bit of surprise flitted across his face as the question registered in his brain.

"Well your mother and I meet one time at a charity ball much like this one when she was a secretary for Shrek Power. We got to talking and became friends. I thought that it would be nice if I could finally meet the girl that seems to be changing Silena's life."

Silena laughed and eyed Sophie softly as she digested this answer. Just then a man in a pinstriped grey suit came over to the little group. He had receding hair that was turning gray and was clean shaven with a stern expression on his face. Tim immediately stiffened in the presence of this man and schooled his features into polite indifference to the world.

With a stiff nod towards Bruce and Silena the man turned his gaze to Tim.

"Timothy what are you doing here? I thought I told you that you are supposed to try and get to know Miss Stanford's son. She is a very profitable business woman and would do well as a potential partner." He had a stiff tone and a harsh gaze as he looked at Tim. Sophie thought she saw Richard's hands clench into tight fists. In all honestly Sophie privately thought this man deserved to be punched just as much as the next one but refrained from speaking her thoughts out loud as Tim spoke to the man.

"Yes father. I have already spoken to Joseph Stanford and he has agreed to talk to his mother about your business proposition." Time's voice had taken on a stiff indifferent tone as he spoke to the man in front of him. His Father! Of course with the stories he had told her it shouldn't have surprised Sophie but still. To talk so formally with your immediate family was just horrible.

With a curt nod of satisfaction Tim's father turned to look at Silena. He held out his hand to shake hers.

"Jonathan Drake at your service ma'am. If you have any need of me and I am not available, my son, Timothy should be able to handle any questions"

"Charmed. My name is Silena Kyle, an honor to meet the father of such a kind and well-mannered young man" here she flashed a smile in Tim's direction. He smiled a small, sad smile back but his eyes were cold and empty.

Now Sophie couldn't take it any longer. Seeing that dead look in her friend's eyes drove her off the edge. Now she couldn't actually hurt him so plan B: Humiliation. Winking at Richard she addressed Mr. Drake.

"Excuse me sir but is it true that you robbed last week?"

Richard's eyes widened as he cottoned on, winked back at her and joined in.

"Yes I heard it was Catwoman again. She has been awfully quite for a while now. Is that true Mr. Drake?"

Tim seemed to see what they were doing as some life re-entered his eyes at the sight of his flustered father.

"Yes well… Catwoman is a vile crook, its true" Mr. Drake's face was flushed as they stared at him expectantly.

"But I have no proof it was her. There were no whisker marks on Timothy's face and they seem to always appear on the children of those she visits"

"But wasn't it true that your cameras caught sight of her and her partner making obscene gestures at the camera?" asked Richard, laughter clear in his eyes.

Mr. Drake's eyes narrowed with distaste and discomfort.

"Yes that is true but they also stole nothing. All they did was write obscene messages and picture around my home"

With that he turned back to Tim.

"We are at a ball Timothy and I have yet to see you dancing with a lady"

Tim bowed his head in apparent shame but Richard and Sophie knew he was trying to conceal his laughter at his fathers subject change.

"And that's our cue. May I Silena?" with that Bruce and Silena left to dance and laugh at the humiliation of the stiff man.

Richard shook his head at his adoptive father and drifted off to go talk to a black haired lady who had just arrived. Leaving Sophie and Tim in the company of Mr. Drake.

When Tim did finally raise his head, he had a mischievous glint in his eyes. Turning to Sophie, he bowed low keeping his eyes on hers. Straightening, he offered her his hand.

"Sophie Kyle may I have this dance?"

She giggled at the shocked look on Mr. Drake's face and took the offered hand. With a reminiscing air of their first meeting outside of Gotham Academy, she once more adopted a high, posh, English accent.

"Of course you may Master Timothy, as I doubt my mother will hunt you down, as it is unbecoming of a lady to track down a youth with a pitchfork"

Laughing softly at his father's face, Time gently pulled her into the throng of dancing figures and began to dance with her.

"So that's 'Father Failure'?" she whispered using their nickname for Tim's father. He chuckled softly as he spun her under his arm.

"Yup. Thanks for that earlier Soph, I have never seen Father humiliated like that before" he chuckled again.

She laughed along with him. Then she decided to stop pretending.

"So Birdie Boy, where you honestly that shocked to see me?" He was so shocked by the question he stepped on her toes. Despite this she laughed at the incredulous expression on his face.

"Yes Kitty Cat I was" he snarked back, using the nickname he knew she hated with a passion.

"How long have you known it was me?"

"Since the first day I met Timothy Drake outside of his school"

With this information, Tim fell into a sulk. Suddenly he turned back to her after a minute of dancing in silence.

"Why didn't you draw whiskers on my face?"

"You've had them once already! Surely you don't want them on your face permanently?!"

And laughing at this they danced into Christmas day.

A/N: Wowza that was long! Now the story actually get's going in the next chapter! Now you don't have to review if you don't want to but more reviews makes for a happy author and a happy author means more updates!

Also quick question: what would you call a group of teenage villains? I need a name and my creativity is scoring on nil after this chapter. So if you can come up with a name I will let you design the leader of said group!