It was a forty-five minute drive from Greenley to Jump. Robin made it in twenty, his mind gripped by the cold determination that always helpfully kicked in to mask other emotions, like sickening guilt. It was the number one rule in undercover work- in any of their work- to never go anywhere without backup. To never send your team members anywhere without backup.

Robin triggered the bridge from his handlebar, not slowing as he hurtled towards the water that separated the tower island from the rest of Jump. The bridge rose from the sea just as he leapt off of the coast, his back tire skidding a little on the wet surface.

Across the bridge, he swung a leg over the side and hit the ground running, already reaching for his grappling hook. A few years ago, Cyborg had created an escape bay on the fifth floor of the tower by knocking out the floor to ceiling windows, giving anyone in the upper regions of the tower a chance to leave by air. He fired as he got close, and was lifted off the ground into the air. The sun was low to the west, casting his soaring shadow far out into the ocean.

He landed and rolled, sprinting to the keypad to the left of the blast doors that had closed with Cyborgs lock down. He pounded his code in incorrectly- his hand was shaking violently. Swearing, he forced himself to focus on each number and put the correct code in. The blast doors parted, and he stepped inside.

It was silent. Robin knew that if he didn't slow down, if he didn't focus, that any enemies inside would hear him coming a mile away. He retreated, for a moment, inside of his own head, the way Raven had taught him, and recited the oath he had sworn when he first took the name Robin.

The lab was one floor up- he would start there and search the entire tower, if he had to. He took the stairs, shutting the door quietly. Bow staff in hand, fully extended, he typed in his code again. The door to the lab slid open with a small hiss, disguised by the hum of the many machines.

At first glance, the room was empty. Robin stepped on the balls of his feet, like a dancer, and moved into the room without making a sound. There were streaks of red on the floor. His stomach dropped out, and then he saw her.

She had pulled on the handcuffs until she could sit up, leaning against the table leg, but had lost consciousness. Robin felt his body go numb, and stumbled towards her, falling onto a knee. His hands shook as he reached for her, touching her hair, her face.

"No no no," He babbled under is breath, "Hey. Raven. HEY!" He slapped her cheek sharply with one hand, holding her head with the other. Her head lolled, eyes twitched, but remained unconscious. Blinking away tears of pure panic, Robin wrapped an arm around Raven and leaned back. He gave the table leg two hard kicks until it bent- grabbing it, he twisted and pulled until it came off and he could pull it out from the handcuffs.

With nothing to lean against, Raven slumped into him. She moaned a little into his shoulder.

"It's okay," He whispered, holding on to her. "It's okay, I'm here. I've got you." He grabbed the top of the table with his free arm and pulled and shoved at it until it tipped, so that the flat top was facing them. As he leaned Raven up against it, her eyes flickered open.

"Hey," he said, relieved at the response. He smiled at her, not wanting her to see his panic. "I'm here, it's okay." He pushed her hair back, away from her face, helping her hold her head up.

His other hand shook over the red patch on her left side. "I need to look, okay?" He peeled the wet fabric upwards. Stab wound, he concluded, robotically. Just above floating rib. Blood loss, lungs intact. Little to no internal organ damage. She'd be fine as long as she got to a hospital right away. Relief flooded him- with her superhuman healing powers, she would be fine in a couple of days.

"You're going to be okay. Raven, can you hear me? Cyborg is on his way in the car. I need to put pressure on this," his hand still hovered as he looked at her, silently communicating that it was going to hurt. She met his gaze. He pressed his hand against her side, firmly, and she grunted in pain.

"David." Her tone was urgent- she was trying to sit up, but he held her still with his hand, trying to keep even pressure.

"We'll get-"

He felt a large, cold hand at the base of his neck. Rage filled him and he stood up, beginning to turn.

A scream erupted from his mouth as a pain unlike anything else cleaved his head. He managed to turn all the way around, breaking contact with David's hand, but it seemed to be too late. He stared at the villain in front of him, willing his legs to work, his fists to rise, even as the edges of his vision turned black. He endured the unbearable sensation that his skull was rapidly shrinking, and then the world went black.

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Raven had few memories from the next few days. She remembered feeling the knife go in, staring into the deep nothingness in David's eyes. She remembered retreating into her mind against the pain, and the black fuzzy void that followed. And through the void, a sharp slap to the face. Robins blue eyes, right in front of her own, as they opened. The feeling that everything was going to be okay…

She remembered waking up in a hospital- not the hospital bay, where she normally woke up after drastically failing a mission. Cyborg explained that she had needed more blood transfusions than he had had on hand. She remembered asking why Robin wasn't there, and the smiles freezing on the entire teams faces. Cyborg tried to explain that one, but finally just her that she could see him in a little bit, once she was better.

As she healed, with her usual demonic speed, she began to regain more. David had obviously been a H.I.V.E spy. She decided that his mental strength must be profound, if his fortifications were powerful enough for her not to access his mind with her usual ease. That was his mistake, however- he should have known that not hearing anything would tip her off. From this she concluded that he was still an amateur, in some senses.

When she was able to stand and walk again, she remembered Robin screaming.

"What happened to Robin," She said quietly, as she and Cyborg drove back from the hospital. His jaw had been clenched the entire way- he was trying to tell her something, something that he wished wasn't true.

"You tell me," She said, tears forming in her eyes. "Right now."

"He's alive." Cyborg stated in tone that did not reassure her at all.