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"Robin!" Starfire cried in relief, flying down into the basement. The relief was immediately replaced with worry as soon as she saw his condition. "Robin? X'hal! Who did this to you? What happened?" The bloodwriten note fell from his shaky hand. Raven picked it up, and after briefly scanning it, she put it away immediately, not daring to let the others see it. Not yet.

"Robin?"

"Dude?"

"C-call N-Nightwing...! Call him!" is all he could muster in a frantic tone, before he let himself go unconcious, safe in the company of his friends.

"We need to get him to the infirmary, like, now!"

"Thank you, captain obvious!" Bellowed Cyborg, trying to lighten up the rather dire situation.

"Your wel-come sargant sarcasm!" Beastboy shot back.

"Idiots..." is all that Raven muttered, as she motioned for Starfire to bring the unconcious boy up to the infirmary, her trailing behind. By now Dr. Leslie had disobeyed her 'orders' to stay in her room (honestly, why would any adult over the age of 40 take orders from kids?), and was waiting at the top of the stairs.

"What...?"

"Move," Raven monotoned, ignoring her.

"Let me help! He needs medical attention, and I've been his doctor for years! I'm used to this kind of thing," Lezlie protested, following the two girls.

"You were his doctor. We have this under control."

"Do you?" she asked, skepticism showing. "Even so, I can be of use. I don't think either of you have medical training-"

"Please. SHUT. UP," Raven demanded, hands glowing blue. The good doctor watched in amazement as Raven's hands moved over Robin's lifeless form, healing his bruises, and stopping his cuts from bleeding. She heard an audible 'Snap!' and figured that was his bones being set in place. Beads of sweat rolled down the young empath's face.

"He's been hurt more than his outward apperance shows."

"Raven, please don't over exert yourself! Friend, I do not think Robin would wish for you to be harmed in healing him-"

"No, Starfire, It's not that. I've healed him while he was in worse shape than this. It's more of his mental state I'm concerned with. His emotions... they're out of control. His aura is projecting sorrow. Worry. Fear. I don't know what kind of shape he'll be in when he wakes up."

Raven slumped down in a chair, healing him as much as possible. "What's his status, phisically?" Lezlie asked. Without Raven's permission to give X-Rays, she wasn't able to see anything but the obvious.

"He broke a few ribs, but I've reduced the injuries to minor fractures. The bruises should be gone soon, and the cuts have stopped bleeding, and aren't too bad. It's almost as if someone give him a million papercuts..." she mused. "The kelvar lining of his suit protected him from further damage. He should be waking up within the hour. He'll be needing pain medication on awakening. Do you know his dosage?"

Lezlie nodded. "I'll go fill the perscription. Fill me in when I get back." Raven showed her aproval with a slight nod, and the doctor attempted a smile back. She could tell - the girl really was TRYING to get along. She didn't want to break the little trust she had earned.

"Starfire... how about you go make sure Cyborg and Beastboy are calling Nightwing instead of scaring him away," Raven suggested to the worried girl. Starfire nodded, and sparing a glance back to Robin, went to the main room where her friends were finally getting ahold of the famed hero on the main screen.

"Hey, Tiny Tim! Whats u-?" he looked at the callers. "You're not Robin." The titans heard a muffled voice saying something from his earpiece to which he responded, "Hold on Oracle, somethings come up. Can you send-? Alright, five minutes okay?" The titans waited for him to finish talking to this 'Oracle'. "Fine, I'll multitask." He turned back to the titans, "So, who are you?" Before they could answer... "Oh. Right. Titans. Sup? Where's Robin? Pshh, that's a dumb question, he probably told you to call. So what happened? Hold up a sec, putting you on headset. Blockbuster. You know how these things go, right?"

"Uh..." The three titans could merely blink in response. Nightwing was so unlike what they had immagined. They had expected someone more along the lines of their Robin, or Batman. Calm, serious and driven. Not what appeared to be a hyperactive fast talking- well, they didn't expect Nightwing to act like Kid Flash.

"So what's the situation?" turning to whom the titans assumed was Blockbuster, "Not you, buddy! You already wreak of bad intention! Sorry, what?"

"Uh, it is Robin. He told us to call you because he-"

"Will you shut up! I'm on the phone! Manner's people!" A pause. "I don't care that you're pointing a gun at my head, you can wait two more minutes!Sheesh! SO, Titans? What about Robby?"

"Uh, he's kinda-" A gunshot rang out, and the titans gasped, eyes wide. They all let out a sigh of relief as soon as they realized Nightwing was okay, then rolled their eyes in exasperation at his response.

"Yeesh, blocky! Patience does not mean shoot the bright blue target! Now, remind your prison gaurd that they need to bump up your grammar lessons, will ya? I'm gonna pretend that was a slip up though, so just put down the gun, and step into the nearest police cruiser, and we can play this game next month!" A few more gunshots rang out over the com. link, and the titans heard a violent scuffle they could only assume was Nightwing fighting Blockbuster's henchmen. Or something totally irrelivant. They couldn't be too sure.

Beastboy, having been loosing patience at the scenario, shouted, "Dude! Are you gonna help us or not!"

"'Course I'm gonna help! Sorry that I don't have any help in fixing this trash heap of a city besides about five good cops! Now, before he starts blabbing again, what's wrong?"

"Robin's in trouble. He told us to call you before he blacked out." Raven clearly stated, walking into the room.

"What-?" To this day, the titans would have sworn that they'd heard Nightwing growl, he was that pissed. He didn't particularly like when Robin got hurt, and that much was clear. After hearing Blockbuster howl in pain (after an audible "snap!" of a bone or two), and the click of handcuffs, and a police seiren, he responded, all traces of his happy-go-lucky personality gone, replaced by cold fury. "Who the hell had the nerve to mess with my baby brother?"

Nightwing switched the comm link from the head piece to his communicator, as to speak with the titans face to face. One look at his expression made the titans glad he was on their side.

"We don't know," Cyborg said, sighing. "There was an intruder alert, but before we could do anything about it there was a power outage. He went down into the basement to fix it while we looked for the intruder. Once we picked up that the intruder was in the basement as well, we heard Robin screaming. We rushed towards the basement, but someone, Robin or otherwise, put the tower on lockdown."

"I thought the power was out?" Nightwing asked, the detective in him wary.

"Lockdown's automatic when triggered, whether the power's working or not, since it's for emergency situations," Raven explained. "Robin wouldn't answer his communicator, and we couldn't hear what was being said, only screams. We worked on overriding the lockdown. Eventually, Robin must have turned on the backup generator, becuase the power went back on and we were able to counter the lockdown. Once we got down there, he was in pretty bad shape.

"And who else was down there?" Nightwing asked, looking ready to smash the mystery assailiant's face in.

"Nobody. Just Robin, and he was barely there." Beastboy said with a shrug. Nightwing's face turned pale, not liking where this was going.

"Did you check his blood for any drugs or chemicals that would've made him hullucinate?"

"Yea, I tested some of the blood that was in the basement. It was clean. Trust me, we've been in this situation with Rob before. That was the first thing we did, before calling you."Nightwing nodded.

"Does Batman know about this?"

"No. Robin said to call you, not the Batman," Starfire explained.

"Good. I'll be there in a few seconds."

"Seconds! Don't you mean hours? I thought you were in Bludhaven?" Beastboy asked.

"What do you think I've been doing for the last ten minutes? Twiddling my thumbs? I put my bike away, sent a message to the Watchtower, and so on."

"What's that got to do with anything? And what's the Watchtower?"

"You'll find out eventually. So lets see... contacted the JLA... thanks to Zeta beam technology, now I'm in outerspace... Hey, Supes! 'Nightwing?' And... now I'm right behind you."

They all jumped in shock, as the original boy wonder suddenly appeared. "Gotta love modern technology. Now, where's-"

"Nightwing? What are you doing here?" Robin asked, walking into the main room. The titans looked at him in shock.

"Robin?" Starfire cautiously asked. "Should you not be resting?"

"Why? I'm fine. I've had worse happen than what I'm assuming are broken ribs. So, who's gonna tell me how this happened? And again, what are you doing here, 'Wing?"

"You rang..." he responded, as confused as the others. "You don't remember anything?"

"I remember there being an intruder alert, and the power going out. After that, nothing." Robin gave a half smile, showing his own frustration. That's when Nightwing noticed the knife marks accross his face. His eyes widened in shock.

"No..."

"Nightwing? What's wrong?"

"How... how'd THAT happen?"

"What?" Robin felt across his face, eventually finding the raised cut Nightwing was pointing to. He traced it, and realizing the shape with a growing unease, he looked into a mirror. He gasped seeing the false smile adorning his face, dropping the mirror, and scrambling back in shock. The memories of the previous few hours rushed back to him, like a slap to the face.

He shouted out in fright, eyes widening in terror."Joker!"

Nice way to end a chapter, right? Spazzing out characters and some bits of confusion for everyone else. ;) I hope you enjoyed this, and I promise I won't let the chapter hiatus be so long! Reviews equal motivation, and motivation equals more entertainment for you lovely readers, and more nightmare fuel for poor Timmy ;D