Is anyone else insanely frustrated at the lack of Robin products out there? I can hardly find anything just Robin. It's always either just Batman, or Batman and Robin.

Wally sat on his bed, facing the wall with his back to the door. Dark circles under his eyes told the world just how bad he'd been sleeping. There was a knock on the door before it opened, shedding some light into the nearly pitch black room. Wally didn't even blink. His thoughts were elsewhere, on a more serious problem.

"Wally? You need to eat. Iris made some spaghetti and if I take it back to her she'll have my head, buddy."

"Not hungry." His voice was soft and hoarse.

"You need to eat." Barry pushed. "If you don't you'll die."

Wally turned to his uncle, eyes haunted, and spoke in a tortured tone. "How am I supposed to eat when my best friend is out there somewhere alone and possibly dead?"

Barry set down the spaghetti on a messy desk and pulled his nephew close to him in a hug. "We're going to find him, Wally. We're going to get him back, don't worry."

"He's just a kid." Wally's voice cracked and he couldn't hold in the tears anymore. "He's all alone and I have these nightmares. He's crying and I can't ever reach him. I'm not fast enough—not… not there. I'm his best friend, I should be there!"

"Wally, it's okay." Barry rocked him, running a hand through his hair. "We're going to find him and bring him home. He's going to be okay."

"It wasn't his fault."

"I know."

"No, you don't." Wally pulled away, furious wiping at his eyes. "I saw it. Rob, he didn't let the guy fall. He didn't kill him! It was an accident. Rob wasn't strong enough; if he held on they both would have toppled over. But Batman—"

"Bats isn't in a very good place right now Walls, he's in pretty bad shape."

"I'll never forgive him." Wally's tone darkened. "He said—Rob was hurt, Uncle Barry. Batman's supposed to be his partner and he said…"

"I don't think he'll ever forgive himself. From what I've heard, he's holed himself up, waiting for Robin to signal for help." Barry sighed. "The League detained the guy responsible, and we're forcing him to help get Robin back."

"How?"

"The guy says the portal is only one way. But if we build another portal that goes in the reverse direction, then we can go and be able to return. It's going to take some time."

Wally sat and stared at the floor in silence for a few minutes, thinking it over. "What if he's…"

"We're not thinking about that Wally. We're never going to think about that."

"Who?"

"We haven't decided, but somehow I have a feeling it's going to be Bats."

"No." Wally growled. "He's the one who hurt Rob, there's no way he's going."

"It's not up to you, Wally." Barry was firm. "Now eat the spaghetti or your aunt will kill us both."

"I'm not forgiving him."

"No one is, Wally, not until Robin does." Barry handed him the plate. "But until then, you go ahead and hate Bats, alright? If it gets you to eat, you go on hating him until you can run again; until you can run fast enough to cross dimensions yourself and bring him back."

Wally stared at the large helping of spaghetti and took it, shoving a large portion into his mouth. His uncle was right. He shouldn't be wallowing; he should be trying to do everything he could to get Robin back.

"But Wally," Barry warned, "you have to kill that hate when Robin forgives Batman. Understand? Once Robin forgives him, it's over. The end. Everything's chill again, clear?"

Wally nodded. If Robin forgave Batman, he would too. "Crystal."

Two weeks had gone by since he'd started making his Batcave. It was a lot more work than he'd expected. It had taken a week to put in adequate lighting, and even then it never seemed bright enough. Bruce had reluctantly allowed him to go on patrol without a search party going after him. Dick had refused to go to school, insisting he already had a job, and he needed to focus on the bigger problem at hand. Education could wait.

Alfred had discovered his secret after three days of digging. Dick had forced him to keep his secret, promising to be in bed by a reasonable hour, instead of the early mornings after patrol. He'd gotten Alfred's help while Tim, Damian, and Jason were at school. Of course, then Bruce's parents found out about it.

Not only was his patrol time cut shorter, but he was supposed to spend more time with his "brothers". He supposed it wasn't so bad, but they didn't seem to really like him much. On occasion one would try talking to him, but because most of their questions were intruding or led to a memory not wished to be recalled, his silence pushed them away.

"Young master Richard, what exactly are you doing now?" Alfred's voice echoed throughout the cave.

"Running low on supplies," Dick answered, picking up a piece of the vast amount of scrap metal sitting in a messy pile next to him, "so I'm replenishing. Don't worry, these scraps came from a junk yard. I've already checked for radio activity. It's clean."

"I'm so happy." Was Alfred's dry and sarcastic response. "Master Thomas, please tell me you didn't intend to help him build more weapons."

Thomas barked a laugh. "Wouldn't know how. I just follow orders, Alfred. Dick's really intelligent. I've never seen anyone work this efficiently."

"And I assume Lady Martha is—"

"Alfred, I need to ask a favor." Dick bounded up to the butler. "I need you to order the most high tech computer there is, then I'll need you to get me a screen sixteen feet by ten feet. It's important."

"Young master Richard, how on Earth am I supposed to find—"

"Never mind." Dick pulled up his hand computer. After a moment of pressing button and typing, a grin broke out on his face. "I just need you to pick it up in about a week."

"What did you just do?" Alfred's brows furrowed in disapproval.

"It's better if you don't know." Dick smiled and set back to work sorting through the scraps of metal.

Alfred sighed. "I shall be making lunch, then."

"Thanks Alfred. We'll take it down here."

Alfred couldn't help but to shake his head. This boy was turning them all into madmen.

M'gann sighed as another batch of cookies came out burnt. She dumped the cookies with the others and started again.

"Flour, sugar, milk, eggs, butter," she chanted.

It was all she could do to keep herself busy. It was reaching two months now, and it was getting harder to keep hope of Robin's survival. What if the dimension he was sent to didn't have people living on it? There could have been monsters that would have killed him, or a hostile race of people who used his bones in a ritual.

A beep brought her attention to the next batch of cookies, burnt like the rest.

What if Robin didn't even reach a planet, but was sent to the middle of space somewhere? Thoughts of death filled her head. After a particularly gruesome image she threw the tray of cookies across the kitchen, chest heaving and eyes wide.

Superboy immediately came rushing in. "What's wrong? Are you hurt?"

She broke down then. Tears streamed down her eyes and bent over the island, not caring that Superboy was right there. He hesitantly approached her, but she paid no mind and continued to sob. A shaky hand was rubbing soft circles on her back and after a moment she whipped around and buried her face in his chest.

"What's wrong, M'gann?"

"I can't take it anymore!" She cried. "He's been gone so long and I… I can't even imagine him alive and well anymore!"

Connor wrapped his arms around the Martian and together they sank to the floor. He held her while she cried and didn't say anything more. This wasn't a strange occurrence; M'gann often broke down and being the only other in Mount Justice, Connor did his best to just hold her until she stopped.

He wondered if Robin was alive as well. The boy was fragile; he was young and not as strong. Robin had no powers to protect him. While he had proven himself to be more than worthy of being on the Young Justice team, it was still hard not to worry about him.

"Superman told me there's been another setback in the device. We have to wait longer." Connor couldn't help the anger in his voice. "That bastard isn't helping, either. He just sits there and laughs at the League. He won't help, not even under torture."

M'gann wiped away her tears and looked up at him. "Another setback? Shouldn't we just rescue Robin and then try worry about a way home? Then we'd know if…"

"At least then we'd have something to do. If I have to wait another month I'm going to snap."

"Is there anything we can do?"

"Wally's been training." Superboy told her, standing back up. "He says he's trying to be faster, so he might be able to cross dimensions."

"Training?" M'gann stared at the messy kitchen. "Why haven't we been trying to help? Why are we the ones who have to sit down and wait?"

"We don't." Connor determined.

"But how? Wally's speed is a good idea, but neither of us have a power that could even potentially let us hop dimensions."

"Then we go find someone who can. That bastard can't be the only person with some toy." Connor clenched his fists. "I'm done waiting."

"Let's go, then." M'gann willed her outfit to change form, and it obeyed, morphing into her Miss Martian suit. "We'll use the bio ship and start our search."