Batman hurt, a full body ache that he knew would last for days. That said, It could have been worse. He could move even if it hurt like a hell. No broken bones as far as he could tell though there might have been a few fractures.

The suit was still working even if it kept flashing warnings in the corners of his vision. He didn't know if the cave could still read him but he couldn't get a read on them. Most of the finer sensors were off-line if they'd made it through at all. After a quick inventory he decided the boots were the worst loss. He might have been able to glide, but full flight would be out for a while.

The idea of falling into the explosion feet first had probably saved his life. It had stopped him from getting trapped between the shock wave and the now non-existing ceiling in any case. But it was still an explosion. Thank god he had a full body suit and not one of the old cape and cowl models. Note to self, try to get out of range of any explosions in the future.

The dome was a mess. Between the explosion and the plants the infrastructure was a lost cause. The pollen had gone up just as fast as he'd expected, but the plants hadn't. Everything was charred and there were plenty of leaves still smoldering, but the new growth was too green to set alight that fast. He didn't know if it was the fire or the fact that the kid was gone but the plants had stopped their rapid growth too. The snow outside had done just as well against the fire as it had against the plants.

Laying on his back looking up at the dark sky as snow started to fall, Batman decided to put this one in the win column.

He gritted his teeth and tried to sit up. A proper scan of the area was out but glancing around showed he was alone. There was movement at the edge of the dome, probably the cops who had been fighting the plants. No sign of the kid.

If he'd had another option- If he'd-

The kid could have escaped, but it was unlikely, and even if he had Batman was in no state to go after him. Most likely he was somewhere under the ash and broken branches. The police would find him or they wouldn't.

He forced himself to his feet. Slipping away was harder then it normally would be, and not only because of his injuries. The camouflage was a lost cause. That said, the area had already been cleared out because of the plants. Slipping around a few cops who were busy clearing out plants and getting the injured taken care of was straightforward enough.

He had to access the network from a remote terminal given all the damage to the suit. Getting the batmobile to land in a side street and slumping into it was about the most he could manage.

"Home Alfred." He muttered, and the autopilot took over from there.

Ian watched from the control room as Robin ran into the complex. There was still a voice muttering on the other end of his radio, but didn't have the attention to spare to wonder about that. The screens were still blaring out warnings, only going farther into the red as Robin slammed the switch into place.

"Run," He whispered under his breath. "Get out of there, Robin. Run."

He ran, but it wasn't fast enough.

Ian was helpless to act as pipes burst and the gas flooded the main room spilling out into the hallways. Security doors started slamming shut.

The voice in Ian's ear muttered, "oh no you don't." And Robin's way cleared, the doors closing only once he was clear. Robin stumbled as he made it to the entry hall. He managed to mostly break his fall but he didn't get up.

"Let me out." Ian babbled. "I'll get him back to the hospital, just get the doors open."

The voice didn't answer but the light by the door switched to green and a second later Ian was able to race into the hall. It took longer then it should have to get to the entry way and Robin, even moving at a full run. Falling to his knees by the small figure, Robin looked even more childlike, pale and soft, his face slack.

With his heart in his throat, Ian desperately checked for a pulse. Yes, Robin was alive, and breathing even if it was ragged. Scooping the child into his arms Ian ran for his car.

Matt woke to the beeping of machinery and wondered if twice could be considered a habit. He felt... He felt okay all things considered. Terrible, but not as terrible as he could have been. There was another mask over his face, and a some kind of sensor on his wrist. In fact his wrist seemed to be handcuffed to the bed. He tugged at the cuff, wondering who had put it there and what they thought he'd done.

The last thing he remembered was running through some hallways after saving the city which was really no reason to get locked up.

"Easy. You were hurt, but you're going to be okay." Terry's voice came out of the soft darkness. A dark that was too dark now that he thought about it. There wasn't any light coming in from under a door or distant sound of nurses, or anything he'd come to expect from the last few days of hospital life.

"Terry?" Matt asked squinting into the darkness. His eyes should have adjusted by now. He didn't have a blindfold or anything.

"Just, do me a favor and don't freak out?" There was some shuffling and then a small click brought up a set of soft lights.

Matt was in a cave. The walls had been sanded down to smoothness but the original shape of the stone still came through. It was a very nice cave with all the modern conveniences. There were a dozen or more medical type machines set up on carts. The hospital style bed he was in was one of five all lined up along the wall with their own bed side tables and privacy curtains. Through an open doorway Matt could glimpse a larger space, filled with glass cases and some kind of computer.

Terry was in the bed next to him. It looked like had been asleep but as Matt twisted to get a better look, he pressed some buttons on the side of the bed and was lifted into more of a sitting position.

Matt winced.

Dark bruises covered nearly every inch of terry's skin that he could see, which was quite a bit since He'd been striped down to his undershirt. He had an IV the same color as Matt's own.

"How are you feeling?" Terry asked.

Matt scrambled to get the mask off his face. "Better then you, what happened? Was the fight at the dome that bad?"

Terry hesitated, "How do you know about that?"

Matt glanced away, down at his hands. He busied himself adjusting his own bed.

"How long have you known?"

"Umm, A while?"

"Matt!" Terry glared but Matt wouldn't meet his eyes. Eventually he let his head fall back against his pillow and breathed out slowly. "That thing last spring? You started acting different after that."

Matt shrugged, "I knew before then, but that's the first time I got involved."

"Slag it all," Terry said under his breath. "Well I guess that explains why you're not more freaked out. Welcome to the batcave and all that."

Matt grinned, "It's totally shway, but you know, it would be even more shway if I could actually take a look around." Matt rattled the cuff on his wrist.

"Not a chance twip, be grateful for what you've got."

Matt made a show of leaning out of bed to see as much as he could through the doorway. He'd been there before, but he'd never had a proper chance to look around.

Eventually Matt asked, "Are you okay?"

Terry looked at him evenly. Matt wondered if anyone had bothered to ask him that yet.

Eventually he nodded, "Yeah, I'm gonna be okay."