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Two Days since the Incident:

"Ready to explain that thing to me?" Barbra suddenly appeared next to Dick's locker, nearly making him jump.

"Hm, I could have sworn your locker was on the other side of the school?" Dick asked sarcastically.

"Hey, Barbra," Artemis appeared from behind Dick's locker, they had obviously been talking.

"Oh, hey, Artemis is it?" Barbra replied, but couldn't help but feel aloof towards the girl.

"Yeah, we have study hall together," Artemis reminded her.

"Oh, yeah, I remember now," she went on, "so Dick, have you told Artemis about your face plant? I'm sure she'd be in for a laugh."

"Surprising enough from me, there's no time for jokes today," Dick continued, "big test after lunch, and I forgot to study. I'll talk to you guys later."

He looked up at her, but Barbra realized the bruises on his face were gone, or covered up. Then he left them.

"God, he's such a brain," Artemis smirked, "but he's cool."

"Yeah, but I wouldn't blame his disappearance on his smarts this time,"

"What do ya mean?"

Three Days since the Incident:

Dick had been antsy all day, he could hardly focus on his homework and he had no idea why. His skin felt like it was crawling, sounds were louder, and he felt on edge. He paced in his room for about an hour, unable to sit still, just rubbing his hands together. It was already ten o'clock and he hadn't gotten anything done, he tried to sleep but it was impossible. Every time he'd lay down his heart would start throbbing.

Dick stood at his mirror, the blue screen of his computer was the only thing illuminating the room and his blankets were sprawled all around his bed. Pulling down the collar of his shirt he saw were the Joker had carved a 'J' into his skin, the sight of it made his face flush unintentionally.

'What, you don't like it?' he suddenly heard the Joker's voice from nowhere, making him jumped back into his computer desk. Pencils and paper fell to the floor, his heart now hammering loudly in his chest.

The air began to seem foggy again and he couldn't stop trembling, and when it began to feel like he was dying he knew it was a panic attack. Although he knew it was a panic attack he couldn't help but fear he was actually dying, no matter how hard he tried to push it out of his mind. Trying to settle his hammering heart he sat down and began to rub his tired eyes.

Then he heard his voice again, 'Heroes don't cry on the job, kid.'

Dick's head shot up, now fully awake and terrified. He's not here, you're just freaking out, Dick assured himself, just relax. Still on edge he shut his blinds and crawled into bed, too afraid to stay awake any longer, although he didn't know if he'd be able fall asleep.

Engulfed in darkness the moon illuminates upon his face, the eerie sound of tree branches screech against his window, and the slow ticking of his clock ticks like an echo in his room. Lying there making it difficult to breathe he takes a deep breath, and gently closes him eyes.

Then the sound of the Joker's maniacal laugh unleashes in his mind like rabid dogs breaking free from their chains. Robin's eyes fly open.

The Next Morning:

"Alfred, will you call Dick again?" Bruce told the man as he straightened out his sleeves and checked him tie, not even lifting an eye. "He's going to be late for school if he doesn't get up."

Looking over at the clock Alfred replied, "I'm aware sir, I have called him four times now. Must have stayed up late working on homework."

"Still, he's missed enough days," Bruce got up, "I'll get him."

Bruce walked upstairs and headed to Dick's room, he knocked, "Dick, you're going to be late!" He waited a moment and continued, "Dick, are you awake?" Still no response, exhaling Bruce opened the door and found Dick lying in his bed.

"I can't believe you're still-" his voice cut off as he got closer to the boy, he stopped in shock. He felt his heart skip a beat as he saw Dick lying there, his eyes wide open, his skin flushed of all color, and a huge smile across his face. The smile Bruce could recognize anywhere, a smile produced from the victims of Joker's venom.

"Dick!" Bruce grabbed Dick's shoulder trying to shake him awake, but his head just flopped back. Next thing he knew he was shouting for Alfred through his panic, "Alfred! Alfred, get over here!"

He pulled the boy out of his bed, Dick's back rested in his lap as he collapsed to the floor. Fear and sorrow filling his body he remembered to feel his pulse.

"What is it – what . . . what happened!" Alfred asked when he got to the room.

Bruce put his finger to the boy's throat and when he felt a pulse he nearly hugged Dick. Relief washed over him as he let his shoulders drop loosely, Alfred now at his side.

"He's breathing, he's alive," Bruce swallowed, "but we need to get him to the Batcave."

An Hour Later:

"I thought whatever he had inhaled when he escaped was some form of street drug," Bruce admitted, "I had never heard of any drug coming from the Joker that made someone that delirious, well, that didn't make someone laugh until it killed them. . ." His voice trailed as he seemed to be going into other thoughts.

"Did you do any research on it after he was better?" Alfred asked.

"Yes," Bruce sighed, "and it seemed like ordinary hallucinogens to me, it didn't prove to be very dangerous at the time. I thought since the affects didn't need an anecdote, that he was safe after it was over."'

He walked over to Dick he lied on the medical table before them, his body looking limp and lifeless. He had oxygen tubes on, medical tools lied on the tables next to him, and papers from Bruce and Alfred immediate research lied everywhere.

"You need to take him to Mount Justice," Alfred told him, "he'd be better there. League members are usually around and . . ."

"We might need a telepath?" Bruce finished the thought, after a pause he continued, "You're right, I fear it might be our only choice."

Later that Day:

When Batman brought Robin in he was glad the team was away at school, he did not want them to freak out when they saw him carrying his unconscious body in. Black Canary was the first to see.

"Batman . . . what happened?" she demanded running over to him. "Please tell me this doesn't have to do with a previous incident."

"I think you know the answer to that," Batman replied as he put Robin on one of the medical beds in the medical room.

She gasped when she saw his face, "Joker's venom . . . please tell me you didn't take him with you to fight the Joker. Not this soon-"

"No," Batman interrupted, "I wouldn't have done that, although I wish this was Joker's venom."

Cliff hanger, kind of, hahaha sorry guys. Hope you enjoyed this!