A/N: Hey all you people! This was originally supposed to be just a one-shot but since a bunch of you put this story on "alert" I guess that means you're expecting more (which makes me super happy) plus some of you asked in your reviews for more... :)

Anyway... I hope you guys like this chapter; I promise it's not incredibly short like the first one. But in my defense, I write my stories on my iPod touch and then email it to my computer, so on the iPod my stories look long, but then I read it on the computer and its really short. So it's not "technically" my fault.

P.S. I'm thinking about making this a three chapter story, but we'll see.

P.P.S. I'm not quite sure if the team has communicators but in my story they do! Lol. :)

Disclaimer: I don't own Young Justice, but if I did there'd be a new episode every Friday.

"We have a problem."

There was pause before Batman answered. Aqualad could hear the caped crusader take a deep breath, and then he spoke.

"What is it?" the voice was controlled, as if he already knew what happened.

"It's Robin: he was shot. Miss Martian is getting the bioship ready to bring him back to Mount Justice."

"Alright," the man paused, "the bioship is stocked with all the medical supplies necessary. Because Miss Martian will be driving the ship I'll need someone to take care of Robin's wounds."

The Dark Knight breathed deeply.

"I'll need you to take care of him, Kalder'am."

The atlanteen wasn't sure how to react. He was honored that Batman trusted him so much, but on the other hand he was afraid that he would mess something up and Robin would be hurt even more.

"I-I am honored," Aqualad stammered then he closed his communicators.

Batman closed his communicator, and clenched his fists. How could this happen? Ro—Dick was his son! He shouldn't have let this occur. Bruce stood up and went over to his computer. He alerted the hospital wing to expect Robin arriving soon and that he'd need immediate attention for a gunshot wound. Once he ended the transmission he grew angry. Bruce's anger soon bubbled over and he slammed his fist into his computer keypad. He instantly regretted it: now he had to get a whole new computer pad. He shook away those feelings. How could he think about his computer at a time like this? Bruce felt so guilty. He wished there was something he could do. He hated feeling this helpless. Especially because he couldn't help but fear that something horrible would happen to Robin. The Dark Knight grew anxious and wished that Miss Martian would hurry up. He needed to see his son; he needed to know that Dick was okay.

Aqualad awoke from his trance and realized he'd been standing there the whole time and ran to where the team had been; they weren't there. So he darted outside where he saw the bright red bioship. The team was waiting for him inside. Miss Martian sat in the captain's chair and Kid Flash and Artemis sat in their normal seats. Aqualad looked at Robin's chair and sighed as the grief washed over him. Then he turned to his friends once more; they all looked impatient.

"Where were you?" Kid Flash asked. "We need to leave ASAP!"

"My apologies. I—I was talking to Batman."

Then he turned to where Superboy stood in the back of the ship. Aqualad saw an unconscious Robin lying on a white counter; Superboy was out of his seat and putting pressure on the Boy Wonder's wound. Blood covered Superboy's hands. Aqualad opened his communicator to contact Batman.

"I'm standing next to Robin. What do I do?"

Batman didn't respond immediately. It was a moment before Aqualad saw his face on his communicator. Then the Dark Knight very calmly answered: "Do exactly as I say..." And the Atlanteen did until the bioship reached Mount Justice. There Robin was put on a gurney and rushed into the mountain's hospital wing. The team followed behind the doctors who were shouting out orders to each other.

When they reached the operating room, one nurse came to the team and told them they had to wait outside.

Everyone sat tense outside the room. No one spoke; no one made a sound. Their breathing was so quiet if anyone walked by they might think the team had dropped dead. Everyone was too worried to move. They were all afraid they were too late; they were all afraid Robin would die. Everyone knew Robin had been shot before when he used to fight crime with Batman in Gotham City, but they were still worried. How could they not be? Their best friend had been shot close to his heart! If they weren't worried then they'd be horrible friends.

Night had fallen and Batman had instructed the team to rest. No one wanted to leave Mount Justice so everyone fell asleep outside Robin's operating room.

The team was scattered on the floor. They were so spread out the nurses had to ask them to move because they couldn't get through. So it was decided that everyone would simply go to their rooms. However, only Miss Martian and Superboy had rooms at the mountain so Kid Flash and Aqualad stayed with Superboy in his room and Artemis stayed with Miss Martian in hers.

It took a while before anyone actually got some sleep. Every member of the team just lay on their bed or on the floor and stared at the ceiling, deep in thought. Everyone was worried about Robin and he was the only person on their minds. Even Kid Flash stopped thinking about food to worry about his best friend.

When the teens got up in the morning, they made their way to the hospital wing. Once they arrived they saw Batman sitting outside the room with his head in his hands.

"Uh-oh." Kid Flash murmured to himself.

A/N: Look it's longer than the first chapter :) lol. I hope you guys liked it. I'll update probably before Friday.