Disclaimer- . . . Me? Yeah right! If I owned Young Justice, in the epsiode "Misplaced", Batman and Robin would have their little moment!

I've started another YJ fanfic, "Hidden Fangs", and it's about Robin being a werewolf. I would love it if you stopped by! Please review!

Note- The italics are thoughts.

Note 2- The bold italics is Robin's nightmare.

Chapter 12

"And we're saving his butt because?" Artemis asked her team as they climbed into the Bio-Ship after Batman explained the situation to them.

Aqualad surpressed a sigh. "Because he's our friend and he needs our help."

"But from what, Aqualad? Batman didn't even want to tell us that! And why isn't he saving Robin himself?" Artemis snapped at him, flopping down in her seat.

Kid Flash's face tightened as he sat down in his seat. "Because the guy who kidnapped Robin doesn't want Batman involved. If he does, the guy will blow Robin's brains out."

Artemis snorted. "Why aren't I surprised that you know that?"

"Artemis, please. Can't we just get along? " M'gann pleaded, trying to focus on flying the Bio-Ship.

"M'gann is right. Even though we don't agree with Robin's secrecy, we need to save him and GET ALONG," Superboy said, saying the last part louder to make sure they heard him.

"Fine," Artemis muttered, slumping in her seat.

Kid Flash sighed in relief. This is a start . . . Kind of.

_Mystery POV_

He couldn't help but smirk as he placed the bombs in several places in the abandoned building. This was the most fun he had had in a long time! He could feel his giddiness rising up inside of him, threatening to explode but he merely surpressed it, letting himself feel good for a little while longer.

Just then he heard a soft swoosh sound and he knew what it meant.

Shadow's pathetic team, Young Justice, was here.

I didn't think that they would come. I didn't prepare for this . . .

But he merely shrugged it off, a smirk lacing itself onto his lips.

But I can make do. Besides, I'm sure the bombs will be able to kill them too.

_Robin's Nightmare_

The middle-aged body fell lifelessly to the carpet-covered floor, blood flowing out of the man's mouth and onto the floor. The seven-year-old boy slightly turned his head away from the body. He still wasn't used to the sight of his victims, the ones who he was ordered to kill.

For what reason, he didn't know. All he knew was that he hated doing it.

But what else could he do? He had no where nor no one to run to. Even if he had managed to escape with his life, they would track him down and kill him.

Or worse, punish him and make him kill even more innocent people.

So he was stuck where he was, forced to be something he never wanted to be.

An assassin.

A/N- I'm not saying anything. I'll just ruin the next chapter. Please review! This was published on 3-9-12 with the length of 608 words.