Sorry guys, I know it's a little short again today; but I needed to stop at this point. Next chapter should be significantly longer.

"There's no door to the inside from over here." Roy looked up, hoping to see some sort of window or opening to climb in through. No such luck. "We're going to have to go around."

Jason frowned before rummaging through the fallen guards' clothes and armor. He pulled out a far too large weapon and grinned. "Oh yeah, this'll work."

He turned to Roy, who was still trying to figure out how to break in without going around.

"Move." Jason ordered, hauling something up onto his shoulder. "I'm going to make an opening."

"Wha—" Roy didn't have time to object and threw himself to the right and onto the ground to avoid the missile crashing into the side of the building.

The force of the explosion threw Roy further away and into the side of anther warehouse. The force of the missile being launched coupled by the resulting explosion launched Jason into another warehouse. Pain flared and Jason saw black spots, his ears ringing painfully in his ears. Roy, who was now nursing a dislocated shoulder, looked at the damage Jason had caused. The missile had torn through two entire rooms, setting more of the warehouse ablaze.

"You idiot!" Roy hissed, stumbling towards the hurt teen. "Who gave you a bazooka and what made you think launching it was a good idea? Huh?"

Jason only groaned, struggling to move. Kneeling down, albeit painfully, Roy examined him quickly. His left ankle was broken and he probably had a concussion.

"Damn it!" Roy looked up to see someone running towards them. With his shoulder busted, he wasn't going to be able to launch any arrows. He could only hope whoever was coming for them was friendly.

Sure enough, Bruce Wayne was rushing forward in near panic. Once he reached the two injured heroes, he knelt down next to Jason, who had already removed his red hood.

"Son, can you hear me?"

"Dad?" Jason couldn't really see anything. The spots were taking over and he was quickly ebbing into unconsciousness.

"Yeah, come on, we need to get you up and out of here." Bruce carefully wrapped his arms around his son and lifted him up, mindful of the ankle. "Where's Tim?"

"He and Superboy are on the other side. They were going to help Nightwing and Batgirl."

"Batgirl? Damian was with someone? He was alone when they brought him in." Bruce grunted and kept his pace, moving as far from the burning warehouse as possible.

Robin might have been hurt or needed help, but he'd told Bruce to go; and he had his sons to worry about. This made two out of the three injured. He'd have to trust Robin to get out on his own. He'd saved Bruce before, he'd taken out more than fifty men in a night, and Bruce could only pray he'd make it out unscathed from this as well.

"They must have gotten split up." Roy took shallow breaths, hoping to lessen the pain of his shoulder. "At least we can hope so. Where is he now?"

"Hospital. The Flash took him—who are you?"

"Arsenal; I'm with the Justice League."

"The League is here?"

"Some of us."

"He'll be fine then." Bruce turned the corner of another warehouse. "We need to get back to the Manor."

"Agreed, there isn't anything I can do with my shoulder busted. Flash should be back to help out the others soon."

"Do you have a car?"

"I flew." Roy answered bitterly. He should've brought his car anyways. At the expectant look Bruce gave him, he added "Not by myself; Superboy flew me over."

"Of course." Bruce muttered.

Barbara winced, clutching at her arm once more. Harley had stayed out, but Barbara had lost Damian. From the right she heard footsteps and quickly grabbed a flash bomb from her utility belt. As soon as the footsteps were close enough, she threw it, covering her face with her cape. The flash went off and there was a familiar cry of pain. Removing her cape, she saw Tim with his palms dug into his eyes and Kon rubbing at his.

"Red Robin! Superboy! Sorry, I panicked!" Babs stepped over Harley and approached them as they rubbed the white spots out of their eyes.

"Are you okay?" Tim ground out, still blinking furiously and trying to clear his vision.

"I should be asking you that." Babs quipped. "I lost Nightwing. Little punk gave me the slip and I had to handle her all by myself. I took her out, though. Why are you here? Shouldn't you be rescuing Mr. Wayne?"

"We figured you needed rescuing," Kon explained, "so we came to help you. I guess you didn't need it."

"We need to rescue Dad." Tim pressed. "Maybe Robin and Flash got in, but they might need back up."

"She's going to be out for a while," Barbara jerked a thumb at Harley, "and Damian could be in trouble as well."

"Let's g—" Tim was cut off as a large explosion rocked the warehouse, sending half of it up in smoke.

The three stood there a moment in shock, before Tim hurtled toward the door of the warehouse. Kon was faster, disregarding all need for stealth and ripping the door off of it's hinges. Heat blasted outwards, causing the two to take a step back. The warehouse was in flames; smoke billowing at an alarming rate up into the sky.

Then suddenly from one of the upper levels the window smashed and a ball of black and yellow came tumbling out. It was Robin, somersaulting once, twice, three, four times before hitting the ground on his feet.

"Get out of here! Go!"

"Damian and Dad—"

"Already out! Go! Get back to Manor and don't get seen!" Robin started to take off before Barbara grabbed his arm. "We don't have time! I'll meet you there, okay?"

"Where are you going?"

"Drawing their attention away from you," Robin took a look back before pushing her towards Kon and Tim, "now go!"

Tim and Kon tugged her further back and Robin ran as fast as he could the other way. Mission was a success, then. Kon picked up Barbara and Tim pulled out his grappling hook. They were about ten feet away when they heard the angry voices behind them.

Tim turned back and saw every criminal Robin had described. The Joker, Poison Ivy, Two Face, and Riddler. They were all running in the opposite direction as Tim, Kon, and Babs—no, they were all chasing Robin.

"Tim!"

Tim looked back at Kon hovering and looking concerned. "Sorry, let's go."

Angelrider13, I know Artemis isn't present with the group on their way to retrieve Robin. I swapped her with Roy because he has more of an emotional tie to Robin. Also, if the team split up after Robin's disappearance, I doubt anyone would have been able to contact her.