When Bruce arrived home he was quickly met by Alfred, who had a man and woman standing behind him. The strangers were dressed nicely and looked like they were doing business. Bruce really hoped he didn't rush home for something involving work.

"Hello, Mr. Wayne, my name is Carrie and this is my partner George," the woman stepped forward, "and we're from Child Protective Services."

Meanwhile:

"Artemis, did you say something about what I told you a while back?"

When Barbra had told Artemis about seeing the burns and cuts on Dick's arms, not to mention the bruises, she was hoping to get some information from the girl. Although she didn't really know Artemis, she had observed that the girl seemed pretty uninterested in most other students at the school. She didn't think Artemis would immediately jump to the conclusion Dick was being abused by someone, and more importantly Barbra had to ask herself why she didn't weigh out all the possible outcomes – such as: abuse. She knew two things for sure, one: if Artemis was right then she was about to question her detective skills, and two: if she was wrong she'd lose a friend.

"About what?"

"Don't mess around, this is serious," Barbra told her, "these business looking people came into my science class to talk to my teacher. They were looking for Dick."

"Barbra, you can't just keep things like that to yourself," Artemis told her, "if anything had happened to him we'd be the ones who never said anything."

"And if abuse isn't going on?"

"Then he is fine," Artemis continued, "and it was anonymous tip, so we have nothing to worry about. He'll never know we ever talked about him."

"You don't get it," Barbra replied, "he knows I was questioning him about being so beat up. When he finds out he's going to point the finger directly at me, so now I know, if a girl wants to lose a friend just talk to Artemis Crock about it."

Meanwhile:

"Hello, Mr. Wayne, my name is Carrie and this is my partner George," the woman stepped forward, "and we're from Child Protective Services."

"Nice to meet you both, now what's this about?"

George stepped up, "We got an anonymous tip believing that your son is at risk of domestic violence. Now are you available for some questioning or should we continue this at the agency?" The man whipped out a notepad.

His heart nearly skipped a beat when he heard the words leave his mouth, surprise rushed over him like water, "Wait, what? I don't understand how-"

"Let's make this easier on everyone and just get through this, sir," the man told him, "now you are an adoptive father correct?"

"Yes, Dick is adopted," Alfred answered nervously, obviously seeing the shock settling within Bruce.

"And have you been a foster father before?"

"No,"

The man scribbled something down after that, which for some reason managed to irritate Bruce. The room grew quiet, while tension rose like steam.

They asked about million questions that Bruce could hardly think straight for, all the while he couldn't stop thinking about Robin in Mount Justice. He couldn't believe this was happening, and now couldn't have been a worse time.

"Now, Dick has been absent from school a while," the man continued, "and we need to talk to him. So we'd like to know where Dick is now and how we can get in contact."

Anxiety made Bruce clench his knuckles, he knew he'd have to lie, "Dick has been visiting his uncle in Happy Harbor. We can-"

"And can I get that address?"

Taking a deep breath he continued, "He's going to be back on Monday, if you don't mind waiting a few days I'm sure he'll talk to you then."

"No, we-"

"Okay," Carried interrupted, "that's fine. We already searched your home and everything seems safe and in order, so we'll be dropping by on Monday."

Once the two were out of the house Bruce and Alfred could help but exhale, although they knew their problems were not over yet.

Looking out the window to watch the two leave, Alfred spoke up, "If Master Dick isn't out of that coma by Monday we've got another serious problem on our hands."

Later that Day:

Batman had spent the day off from work, which meant a pile of work larger than himself would be waiting for him back at the Wayne Enterprises, but he needed to research. He'd find a way to bring Dick back even if the stress would give him a heart attack in return, because he wasn't going to give up. He went to check on Robin, he was the same as he last saw him. His eyes rested gently shut as though he was asleep, Batman even felt an urge to nudge him to see if he'd awake, but he knew he wasn't going to wake up on his own.

That's when the Young Justice team entered with Black Canary and Green arrow, who were holding hands, while Batman hadn't even turned to acknowledge them.

"How you holding up?" Black Canary put a hand on his shoulder.

"Fine," Batman replied in his stoic voice, "Robin's the one we need to worry about. We need to get him out of that coma soon though, cure or no cure. We might have to risk it."

"We understand," Green Arrow replied.

"When Martian Manhunter returns I'll talk to him about it," Batman told them.

That's when Wally sped over, "You know, I don't know why you people always got to do things the hard way. Why get all psychological with a telepath when we can just do what they do in the movies? See, watch."

Suddenly Wally slapped Robin across the face and everyone began yelling at Wally, the room clamorous like a crowd booing there presenter, including Batman who shot up from his chair in anger.

"What the hell do you think you're doing!" Batman yelled at him. "He's in a coma Wally, that's not going-"

"Wait, look!" M'gann exclaimed. "His eyes opened."

The boy laid there lifelessly, looking blankly at the ceiling above him.

"I told you this stuff always works in the movies," Wally gloated, "you just have to trust me. I know what I'm talking about when it comes to this sort of stuff."

"Robin?" Bruce nudged him, but when Robin didn't move he continued to glare a Wally.

"Well, almost right," Wally rubbed the back of his neck bashfully, "but, hey, better than nothing!"

Robin's POV:

When Robin opened his eyes the world came swirling back to him, he was still lying there in the forest. He leaned up to see over the hill, but the suspicious men were gone. He quickly stood up from the ground, but immediately he was yanked back down by some chains that were wrapped around his wrists. His eyes followed the rope of chains to see it was tied around a tree many times.

"Well, good morning!" he suddenly heard the Joker.

Then looking upwards he saw the man lounging in the tree, Robin waited a moment in confusion, all the while the man was going through a stack of cards.

"What, nothing to say?" Joker continued. "Strange, I find birds chirp loudest in the morning."