The Red
Disclaimer: I don't own Young justice just my f'd up red hood who now has a name! Thanks for your input Thaliag.2, you've stuck around from the beginning and helped with the name!
A/N: hello all! I want to give you all big thanks. But really it means so much to me, I can't say it enough. Now I've said there will be Robin abuse and I'm giving a little peek here. I'm getting a bit stuck but I'll keep pushing hard for you guess.
His head is throbbing but that is the least painful thing Bruce Wayne is feeling as he comes into awareness. He tries open his eyes but they are so swollen it's hard to see out of them. Pushing through the pain he brings his brain to access himself. Three broken ribs at the best, five fractured. Two fingers on the left hand and one on the right is broken. Right foot, broken, left collar bone: broken, nose: broken. Bruce lets out a groan as he decides it would be better to figure out what isn't hurt.
Slowly the batman pushes himself up and lets out an involuntary moan of pain. He looks around with a fuzzy head and blurry eyes finding him, once again, in the bat cave with no memory of how he got there.
"Batman," a sudden blur of yellow and red sends Bruce head ache to a new level of pain and this becomes even more when Barry approaches from behind his nephew. Now looking at his cave Batman doesn't just see the two speedsters but all of the team, their mentors, black canary, red tornado and Red arrow. Despite Flash and Kid flash having noticed his awaking first it is superman that speaks to him.
"How are you feeling," the man of steel asks. Batman's cracked; bloody lips form into a deep scowl.
"Well considering I'm not superhuman," Batman growls. "I'd say I feel like shit. Why the hell are you people in my cave!" the room goes silent and only the light sound of bats can be heard in the cave.
"What do remember," Green arrow asks concern in his voice.
"I don't…," Bruce starts trying to remember but before he can there is an explosion and it's not a bomb.
"YOU FUCKING BASTARD," it is Roy Harper. "HOW COULD YOU LET ROB DO THAT?" Bruce glares at Roy rage emanating from him, he does not apparent an arrogant brat playing big hero yelling at him in his cave. The bat is on full reel to yell right back when his memory slowly meshes back together.
"Where's…," he's on his feet. "WHERE IS ROBIN? WHERE IS MY SON?"
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When Robin opens his eye's the first thing he realizes is there is no mask covering his eyes. Panicking the boy sits up hissing in pain as feeling of his head and its throbbing. Now he notices he's very cold and he can't move his arms. Finally in full awareness Dick looks at his situation.
He is sitting in a dark room, nothing in it, no windows, not even a door. The only entrance to the room is a hatch above his head, which he assumes has a latter of some sort to allow someone away in and out. He is chained to the wall but in front of him, not behind, which strikes him as odd. In his experience of being captured (as both Robin and Richard Grayson) that is not normal. He's not complaining though, it will be much easier to get out of. Dick looks down at himself to see his shirt is not on. But other than the pain in his head Dick feels alright.
Dick reaches to pat at the legs on his costume and his boots, though now he sees they are not there. He groans when he realizes that every piece of gear he had to get out of this is gone, every single one.
"Hate to say it," Robin mumbles. "But this guy is good.'' Dick starts to twist his flexible wrist trying to slip them out of the chain. All he succeeded in doing is bruising his skin and puncturing it causing small amounts of blood. The red slides down the chain and drips on the floor. Dick closes his and lets his back slide down against the wall.
Of will be able to slip out of the chains but that's a far shot. And even if that did happen, he'd no way of getting to the ceiling, the walls are too far apart of him bounce off of to get up. If the red hood come down he could try to fight, but unarmed, chained and…tiered….he is much tiered.
With no windows he has no way of knowing how long he has been there. Dick draws his knees to his chest. The remembers before he was knocked out the deal he made: his life for Bruce's. Dick bites his lip and prays that the deal held true and that someone will come and find him.