Author's Note: I'm making it so that Wally doesn't know Robin's identity in this, for prolonging chapter reasons.

Wally West woke up to an unfamiliar room. And promptly freaked out. He tugged against the handcuffs on his wrists, trying to loosen them.

What had happened?

He remembered a fight… Waking up on a ship thing… Artemis! He remembered now. 'KF, we lost.' That's what Robin had said. Where was his team?

Wally could feel the cool metal of an inhibitor collar on his neck.

"Hello," A voice said. Wally's head snapped up. The red haired woman from before stood in front of him.

"Where's my team?" He snarled at her. She raised an eyebrow.

"In rooms similar to this one," She smiled at him. "What's your name?"

"Kid Flash," He glared at her.

"Your real name," She frowned.

"Youruis Stupidious," He grinned.

"Really?" She asked. He nodded. "Do you have any other names?"

"No."

"Hmm," She pulled out a needle.

"Hey!" Wally yelped as she slid it into his skin. "What the heck!"

"Truth serum," She smiled again. Wally's heart sank. Why couldn't they have chosen Robin for this? "What is your name?"

"Wally West," He quickly closed his mouth.

"Good. Why are you here?" Oh, well…

"Long story," Wally grinned nervously, surprised he was able to say that.

"I have time."

"We got shot with some gun thing," He paraphrased. She raised an eyebrow.

"Can you give me the names of your teammates?"

"Superboy, Artemis, Aqualad, Miss Martian, and Robin," He replied nervously.

"Their real names," She frowned, but recorded the code names anyways.

"Conner, Artemis, Kaldur, M'gann, and Robin,"

"And last names?"

She didn't notice? Wally wondered. He thought she would catch on immediately that he didn't have Robin's name.

"Uh, Conner Kent, Artemis Crock, Kaldur Something, M'gann I don't know, and Robin," He said.

"Do you know Robin's name?" She looked at him suspiciously.

"No," He stuttered. "Batman doesn't let him share it."

"Who's Batman?" She looked expectant.

"He's this scary dude that formed our team." Well, it was the truth.

"And why does he have Robin hide his identity?" Wally looked at her like she was incompetent.

"Because it's a secret."

"And how does he have this power over Robin?"

"They're a team. You know, Batman and Robin, the dynamic duo?" She frowned.

"Robin has two teams?"

"Well, I consider it three because he plays such a big role in the Justice League."

Shut up, Wally. Shut up!

"The Justice League?" He tried not to speak. He really did.

"This group of superheros! Well, technically most of them are vigilantes, but…" She stood up.

"That's enough. Thank you." She paused by the door. "Do you know the identity of the Leaguers?"

"I know the Flash," He muttered.

"Do any of your teammates know all of the identities?" Wally swallowed his words.

"N-no," He tried.

"Do any of your teammates know the identities?" She stepped back towards him. He shook his head, keeping his mouth firmly shut. "Can you repeat that in words?" She asked.

He shook his head again.

"Words, Wally."

"N-" He couldn't form the word no. His brain wouldn't let him.

"Wally. If you don't tell me who knows, I'll have to go through all of your friends. You don't want them to get hurt, do you?" She was right, he didn't. Truth serum hurt, especially if you didn't want to give away the answers.

"Uh, they, they don't know," He worked his way through the sentence with difficulty.

"Wally. I'm going to ask you one more time. Who. Knows?"

He struggled to not say anything. But with his conscious not wanting everyone to be hurt and the truth serum in effect, he had to. It destroyed his better judgement.

"Robin." He was upset that his friend's name was the only word he was able to say clearly.

"Robin," She repeated. "Thank you, Wally." He slumped sadly underneath her gaze, and didn't move even when she had left the room.

"You're trying to tell me we have six teenagers from some other dimension that has a group of superish people named the Justice League? I'm not believing that, Nat." Tony leveled his gaze after she read out the results from Wally's interrogation.

"I agree, Natasha. It seems a bit odd that he wasn't able to name any of them. Their real names, I mean." Steve nodded. Natasha glared at them and sighed.

"He said the Robin kid knew the names. You can tag along with me for that, if you want."

"I don't want to. This sounds like BS to me, Natasha," Tony frowned.

"I'll go." Steve surprised her. She had thought Tony rather than Steve would want to come. "But how do you know Wally hadn't found a way around the serum?"

"Steve, you didn't see that kid. There was no way he had enough training to get around truth serum. I doubt he had any training at all involving truth serum, he looked terrible." Steve nodded.

"Okay. But I'm still having trouble with the other dimension thing."

They walked down the hall, passing the rooms with the team in them.

Steve decided Wally didn't have any experience with truth serum, as he looked through the one way window on the teenager's cell. He was staring down, his head supported by the collar on his neck. His hair was a mess and he looked about to cry.

Steve began to second guess his idea to come along and watch this.

They continued to walk, seeing the others in their cells. The reason Wally had been chosen was only because him and Robin were awake, and they had picked Wally, thinking the older boy would know more. Apparently they were wrong.

Natasha unlocked the door to Robin's cell quickly, and stepped inside, holding the door open for Steve. Robin looked at them warily.

"What?" He asked, frowning at the two Avengers. Natasha sat down in front of him, and Steve noticed he was one of the only teens not wearing a collar.

"What is your name?" Natasha asked.

"Uh, Robin?" He phrased it like a question, as they already knew that.

"Your real name," Natasha prompted.

"Would you believe me if I said Wally West?"

"No."

"Then I can't tell you." Natasha drew a second needle and slid it into the skin on Robin's neck. "I don't like truth serums." Robin glared as she withdrew the needle.

"Not my problem," Natasha smiled. "What is your real name?"

"One that starts with a letter of the alphabet." Natasha looked at him, shocked. He smirked.

"Which letter?" She regained her composure.

"One of the 26."

"Which one of the 26?"

"The best one."

"And which is the best one?"

"It depends on who you ask." Natasha glared at him. "What?" He cried, "I answered your questions!"

"If I am asking you, what is the best letter?" Robin shut his mouth hard, trying to think of a way out of answering.

"R," He muttered.

"Can you tell me the other letters?"

"Yes."

"Clarification?"

"Yes I can, no, I won't."

"What are the other letters?"

"I-C-K."

"So your name is Rick?"

"No." She stared at him.

"Is I-C-K not correct?"

"You never specified which name."

"Your real one."

"Which one?"

"The one you were born with."

"The last letter is D."

"Is Batman your mentor?"

"Yes," Robin blurted, surprised by the question change.

"Do you know the names of the Leaguers?" Robin looked startled when she brought up the League.

"Yes."

"What are they?"

"Batman, Superman, Flash, Green Lantern, Red Tornado, Martian Manhunter-"

"Their real names."

"Cool," Robin stated. "Who did you question before me?"

"Did you just say their names were cool?"

"Are, and yes." He narrowed his eyes, "Who was it?"

"I don't need to tell you that." His hands gripped around the cuffs holding them down.

"It's my team. I deserve to know."

"If you give me your name. Your real name." Robin looked at her.

"No."

"Then I won't tell you." Robin looked worried. Steve had originally thought he was mad at his team, but he realised he was really concerned for them.

"Do any of your friends have experience in interrogation?" Steve jumped in.

"No," Robin looked self-conscious. Natasha smiled, seeing the tag-team confuse him.

"What about you?"

"Yes." The response was quiet, practically whispered.

"When?"

"Times." Steve frowned.

"With who?"

"Sadistic jerks."

"You're thirteen?"

"Yes."

"What is your name?" Natasha jumped in.

"Ric - Robin." He struggled to get around the questions.

"What happened to your parents?" Steve asked.

"Died." Robin snapped sharply.

"How?" Steve frowned at the same time Natasha asked,

"Batman isn't your dad?"

"No, Batman isn't my dad, and painfully," Robin seemed to struggle with words now.

"Are you alright, kid?" Steve asked, seeing the small gasps of air the boy in front of him was taking.

"I'm," He paused, struggling with his answer. "Fine."

"He'll be okay." Natasha confirmed, "It's a side effect of truth serum. He dodged all my questions, and until he gives the first answer that popped into his head, he wants to. He just turned to stopping himself from spouting answers by cutting off his own air flow so he can't talk unless it's fully conscious decision." Robin nodded, taking another shuddering breath.

"Kid, surely it's not worth it? We don't even know these guys."

"You'll ask the others to, to identify them." He wheezed. "I've, I've been through worse." Robin looked up at them nervously.

"With Batman?"

"Sometimes." Natasha sat back down in the chair across from Robin, who had closed his mouth desperately.

Steve studied the small form carefully. Robin seemed well equipped, a suit made out of kevlar, escrima sticks, and Steve had seen what he had in his belt. Someone had armed a child with more gadgets than he would ever need, and taught him how to use every one. It was scary.

But looking at the teenager now, he didn't look like a teenager. He looked like a child. Every breath wracked him with deep shudders, and his face was deathly pale. His mask covered no doubt terrified, pain-filled eyes. But what scared Steve most was the look on his face. He looked disappointed.

Natasha leaned closer to Robin, who leaned back.

"1-10?" Robin pressed his lips together.

"8," He muttered, before shutting up again. Natasha raised her eyebrows.

"Who's the leader of your team?" Robin stared at her.

"Kaldur," His long-thought out answers were gone. It seemed what he had been asked before was more important than throwing one of his team under the bus.

Steve was pretty sure if it had been another teammate, he would have taken the time to dodge. But he seemed to have faith Kaldur could handle interrogation. Or he would just give up everything and wouldn't be caused any pain.

"What-"

"Natasha." Steve interrupted, "That's cruel." Robin looked at him gratefully, before looking down to his pale, clenched hands.

"Richard Grayson," Both looked at Robin. "Who, who did you talk to?" Natasha smiled.

"Wally." Robin blanched, and clenched his hands harder, glaring at Natasha. His lips pressed into an even thinner line.

He seemed to be struggling not to talk now. Natasha smiled at him and took his hand from across the table. He didn't flinch away from her, just closed his eyes.

"He did this too," She whispered to him. Robin's eyes shot open, and he tried to get his hand away from Natasha. "He didn't want to tell us you knew something. I assume this is why?" Robin contorted his hand so Natasha couldn't hold it anymore.

He took a few shuddering gasps, and relaxed.

"Richard, Richard Grayson, Batman is my mentor, John Cane, Maxwell Lord, Naven Total, Hal Matthews, Orion Lee…" Steve tuned out the answers after a while, but Natasha paid rapt attention to every name. "With Joker, murdered, helping Batman…" He answered every question Natasha asked that he hadn't giving a straight answer to. He took a last shuddering breath, "And yes, this is why."

Natasha finished scribbling on her notepad.

"I'll get you some water," She said, standing up and leaving the room. Steve took the seat she left.

"You said you were the good guys," Robin choked out, his voice raspy.

"We are," Steve said.

"It doesn't seem like it," Robin frowned. "You guys have twisted definitions of good guys."

"You're strong, kid. I'm impressed," Steve smiled at Robin, who looked away.

"I let them down."

"No, you didn't-" He was cut off.

"Go away."

"What?" Steve asked, confused by the sudden request.

"I don't need your pity. I said go away." Natasha came back into the room, her notepad gone and a glass of water in her hand.

She walked between Steve and Robin, and unlocked one of the cuffs holding the teen down. He picked up the water nervously.

"I haven't done anything to it," Natasha stated. It was obvious Robin didn't believe her, but he took a sip anyways. After locking the handcuffs again, both left the room, leaving Robin alone. Neither of them noticed the grin on his face.

"Idiots," Robin laughed softly.

"What are we doing now?" Steve asked.

"We're talking to the blond girl," Natasha informed. "She woke up, and I was hoping she could give us a description of Richard Grayson, because if he wanted to hide his identity enough he wouldn't tell his teammates, I want to know the story."

"Right," Steve muttered.

"Artemis?" Natasha asked as they walked in.

"Mhm?" Artemis watched them come in.

"Can you give us a description of Richard Grayson?" Natasha asked.

"Him? Why?" Artemis looked confused.

"Because," Natasha smiled encouragingly.

"He's a circus freak. He goes to my school," Artemis looked at them. "Why do you want to know?"

"We are following a lead."

"On what?" Artemis frowned before her eyes widened. "Robin?" She choked, laughing. "There's no way!"

"He told us so," Looking confused at Artemis' reaction.

"He must have lied, then," She concluded. "There is absolutely no way Robin is that rich, blue eyed little," She paused, realising. "Troll," She finished.

"Can you describe in further detail than 'rich, blue eyed little troll'?"

"Look, I can tell you that there is no way Robin is Dick Grayson, okay. It's not possible." But Artemis seemed less sure now that the possibility was there.

"Why? Robin hid who he is for a reason, correct?"

"Well, yeah. But that would make Batman Bruce Wayne. That's even less possible. There are no similarities between Batman and Bruce Wayne."

Natasha pulled out a small recorder, and scrolled through to a certain point.

"Richard," Robin's choked voice played. "Richard Grayson, Batman is my mentor, John Cane, Maxwell Lord, Naven Total, Hal Matthews, Orion Lee-" Natasha stopped the recording, leaving Artemis open mouthed.

"You recorded it?" Steve mused.

"Robin wouldn't tell you any of that," Artemis looked shocked. "What did you do to him?!" She seemed really mad.

"There is some truth. I can tell by your reaction. Did you recognize your own mentor's name?" Artemis took a deep breath.

"Okay, I'll prove it. Richard Grayson is the adopted son of Bruce Wayne, he goes to my school. Bruce Wayne gave a ton of money to the school, because he's a billionaire. Mr. Wayne is a sponsor of the League, and helped me get a scholarship so I could attend school closer to the Cave. Richard is this thirteen year old smart kid who shows everyone up in class. I can tell you what happened. You lot got fooled by the quick thinking and acting of Batman's prodégé. Robin's mind went to the most famous kid his age so we would know of 'him'. You got fooled, admit it." Artemis glared, "And I didn't hear my mentor's name."

"He was under truth serum," Natasha glared back. "You didn't see him. He wasn't lying."

"That's what you think!" Artemis snarled, "You don't know Robin! That kid was raised by freaking Batman! He's survived hours of torture, and you think he told you the truth under a drug? No! You don't know him," She seethed.

"That kid was about to cry!" Natasha was yelling now, "I think you just don't want to accept it!"

"Cry?! You think because he looked like he was going to cry he was telling the truth? I've seen Robin give the most pathetic, eat your heart out looks just to get the remote! You think he can't pretend to cry in front of you? That kid was trained by the Dark Knight of Gotham, you think he can't pretend? What kind of idiots are you?"Artemis looked appalled, "I don't for one second believe Robin is Richard Grayson."

Natasha narrowed her eyes.

"We have a way to look into your dimension." Natasha lied, "We would be able to tell."

"And what way is that?"

"Tony can run his computer on the same frequency as you guys let off when you arrived." Artemis' eyes widened.

"You can do that?" She seemed more excited than nervous, "Oh, you should so totally tell Robin and Wally, I wanna see them nerd out!" Both Avengers stared at her."What?" She asked, "They're total nerds."

Natasha shook her head.

"Can you give me a visual description of Richard Grayson, please?"

"If it proves he's not Robin," She smirked. "Black hair, short, smart, young, blue eyes." She raised an eyebrow, "Very blue eyes."

"Do you want to talk to him?" The question startled Steve and Artemis.

"Yes?" She said uncertainly.

"Alright," Natasha smiled again, unlocking Artemis' handcuffs. They walked down the row of cells, Artemis looking in the windows.

"Wally!" She sprang towards the window, seeing the speedster. "What happened?"

"He was questioned similar to Robin was." Artemis looked at him with concern before she was pulled down the hallway by Steve.

"Robin?" Artemis asked as she was lead in.

"We have cameras." Natasha warned, and they left the room. Artemis turned on Robin angrily.

"You little troll!" She hissed, stalking up to Robin.

"A-Artemis!" He yelped when she made a grab for his mask. "Stop!"

"Are you Richard Grayson?!" She demanded.

"Uh-" He was cut off by another lunge for his mask. "Artemis!" He looked nervous.

"What, Birdbrain? Just because you're chained to a table you can't keep your mask on anymore?"

"Artemis!" He leaned backwards.

"We'll laugh about this someday?!" She glared at him, "I'm gonna kill you if you don't prove you aren't Dick right now." She stated calmly.

"I- well, uh, oh! Because that would make Batman Bruce Wayne, right? And that's stupid!" He laughed nervously.

She leaned across the whole table and grabbed his hair. As he tried to free his head she reached for his mask with her other hand.

"Artemis! Don't!" She pulled it off. And was met with his eyes being shut tightly.

And then she did the last thing anybody expected. She slapped him.

Robin's eyes opened in shock. They stared at each other for a bit.

"See, not Richard," He laughed nervously. "Cameras," He hissed quietly.

"How did you hide this?" She whispered softly. "You know M'gann has a celebrity crush on you, right?"

"Artemis, please just give back my mask and let it go. Please?" She placed the mask back over his eyes and stood silently.

"You knew," She mumbled.

"About what?"

"That I lived in Gotham."

"I did."

"What else did you know?"

"I knew I met up with one Artemis Crock every night for missions. I knew not to give you the leads in Sportsmaster missions."

"And you didn't tell me?" She sounded heartbroken.

"I didn't think I needed to. I trust you Artemis. Just because your family sucks, doesn't mean you do."

She looked at him, gratefully.

"Thank you, Robin."

"No problem."

"When did you learn to bet around truth serum?" She asked after a while.

"Comes with Gotham," He replied flippantly.

Artemis stared at Robin until Steve and Natasha came back.

"Anything enlightening?" Natasha asked.

"Yeah," Artemis mumbled, and grinned.

"What?" Steve asked as they walked back down the hall.

"I trust Robin now." She smiled, "I trust Robin way more, now."