A.N.: this one's shorter. In other news, I'm considering changing my pen name to Captain Obvious. Enjoy!
"Batman, zero-two," the computer chimed. The Dark Knight walked in through the zeta beams to the waiting team, minus one member, obviously.
"Where's Robin?" Wally asked rapidly, prompting a glare from Batman. He shrunk back to avoid the infamous bat-glare.
"Robin will be absent for an indefinite amount of time. He has been cursed with ice magic and I have put him in the capable hands of Queen Elsa of Arendelle. Until he returns, the team will simply have to function without him."
"Ice magic?" M'gann shrieked. "Oh my gosh, is he okay?"
"He is fine. He'll be back sometime in the near future." Hopefully. Batman refused to speak the last word on his mind, though.
"Was this caused by Klarion?" Aqualad mused.
"We think so. Thus far, no one has found a cure."
The team, without being told, searched over every single source that they could to find their little bird a cure. They even asked Klarion himself, who admitted that he hadn't a cure and that he didn't even know exactly what spell he had cast, simply that he had cast something. Despite all their best efforts, the team didn't find a single cure. Robin would be stuck like this for the rest of his life.