Skylar was in a tight spot.

Not only was she in severe pain (if you didn't know already), but she also had to deal with the fact that her SOS signal wasn't working, which made her suspicious given the fact that it was designed to hack, on its own, through any firewall it comes across so it can get it's signal through. And no, she didn't design it. She didn't have the patience to do something like that.

The guards were beginning to become suspicious, given the fact that whenever they check on the two groups she always plays dead. They apparently had the brain capacity to figure out hat, u less their in a comma, people aren't unconscious for that long.

Just as well, she was starting to get irked that everyone (Damian not included) was fusing over her and literally making sure she did nothing but lay on the ground and stare at the ceiling with the occasional sarcastic comment. Skylar could also tell that Damian thought the same thing; nobody was letting him get up and work either.

All in all, the day was shit and Skylar wanted to go back to Gotham to beat the living hell out of Penguin for getting her into this mess after she set fire to some of his guards. Really, though, setting people on fire is becoming a fetish for her.

"So..." Skylar drawled, tracing lines in the air with her finger from her RIGHT hand. She really wanted to do something, ANYTHING but apparently near death injury experiences made said person completely useless, which was just a precautionary measure used by idiots.

"What, Elliot?" Damian snapped, though it was clear he wasn't angry or anything at her. He was just fed up with the fact he wasn't even allowed to sit up without someone fussing over him and pushing him back down.

"Do you know where your brothers are now?" Skylar responded completely absentmindedly. She didn't care what she was saying; the silence was beginning to naw at her already thin line between sanity and insanity.

"-tt-You think I know?" Damian raised at eyebrow at that, "But, if I had to guess, Drake would be using his useless hacking skills, Todd would be shooting something, or more likely someone, and Grayson would be prancing around talking about how to 'make the world a better place'."

In truth, Skylar had no idea who anyone Damian had just named was. She knew he had brothers, but that had only been a speculation taken from the fact that Batman had partners that had all seemed to graduate from the Robin mantle.

"No offense man, but who the hell are those guys?" Skylar asked, clearly confused. Damian may have forgotten to realize that she had never met them before; or at least as far as Damian knew.

"-TT- Right. You haven't met the imbiciles." Damian sighed, and blinked, looking up at the ceiling with spaced out eyes. "I'm not usually allowed to disclose identities, but, Drake is Red Robin, Grayson is Nightwing, and Todd is the Red Hood."

"And...First names?" Skylar asked, trying to keep conversation. She didn't like silence; to her, silence meant death.

This time, Irey spoke up. "Oh! Red Robin-"

"Yum!" This time, Skylar couldn't resist the urge to do that.

"-Is Tim Drake, Nightwing is Dick Grayson, don't laugh-"

"Its WAY to hard not to!" Skylar laughed, but started clutching her stomach and saying that was a bad idea.

"-Anyway, and Red Hood is Jason Todd. That guys mean." Irey finished.

"Red Hood?" Skylar stated, "Mean? Nah; he's more unpredictable than mean."

Damian moved his head slightly to look at Skylar with questioning eyes.

"You have to remember, I'm a mercenary for hire. I'm bound to meet a few people every once and a while." Skylar informed, "Thats why Green Lanterns aren't to fond of me. Have you SEEN how the twins look at me?"

"Elliot, that implies an intergalactic mission scheme. That you'd work for anyone in the galaxy if they pay enough," Damian pointed out, getting bored.

"Who says I don't?" Skylar asked rhetorically with a playful gleam in her eye. "I mean, you have to get a reputation SOMEHOW."

"You really are a person of mystery." Damian stated absentmindedly, tracing lines on the ceiling in his mind.

"As are you," Skylar agreed, and she went back to the tense silence that brought back memories for both parties that they'd rather forget, yet both were to enticed by them that they couldn't bring themselves to talk once again.

After a little while, when the rest of the group noticed how spaced out Damian and Skylar looks, Colin spoke up quietly. "Are they having flashbacks or something?"

Unbeknownst to everyone besides Damian and Skylar, the answer to that was yes. Skylar was remembering a time in her childhood, where the situation was slightly to familiar for her liking.

~Flashback~

It had been a rough night, and Skylar completed her mission, but only barely. At the time, she wasn't known as Lady Knight. She was known as Soldier 13.

Because her mission had barely been completed, she knew she was in for a punishment. Her assignment had been to kill an international terrorist who had been threatening the lives of many countries populations. Apparently, Skylar had underestimated this and had been a little to leisure on taking precautions. Which meant she had gotten caught and had to wing to from there. Not her favorite plan, but her most used.

Talia Al Ghūl herself had come to assign Skylar knew her punishment was going to be bad. The closest she had ever gotten to failing a mission before then was having to use 2 bullets to take out a target, and she had received several whippings for that, so she was REALLY not looking forward to her punishment.

"13, mistress Talia is awaiting your arrival." One of Talia's servants, an assassin who end by the name Hunger, informed her, bowing slightly as he spoke. Skylar was well respected, but that didn't mean the Talia or Ra's had any less power over her than anyone else.

Walking but quickly, Skylar couldn't help but worry how bad it would be. Hopefully, Talia wouldn't be to harsh considering she hadn't failed the mission. But a slip up was a slip up, so it was bound to go noticed.

And it had; Skylar was to be forced to sit in an empty, pitch black cave with no water or food for two days before she could see the light of day again.

It had been an experience that had molded the then 8 year old. Skylar wouldn't say that it had made her afraid of the dark; more like it had ...Made her aware that she should fear the things she didn't know.

The cave had been dark, and Skylar had heard the scurrying of rats and other various animals at least once every 2 minutes. The water that had been in the cave trickled down the stalgmites and made a slight 'drop' noise everytime it collected enough water to drip.

The fact that she had no food, water, light, or any other various forms of entertainment made Skylar want to groan, but she knew better of it and that Talia and Ra's were probably watching her every move, so she decided to cross her legs and meditate. Not try to find a way out or anything. It would probably only add 'whipping' to her list of problems, and he she didn't need that, thank you very much.

Dealing with no food had been a problem for the 8 year old, but she had realized that she would have to probably deal with y in the future and kept her month shut for once in her life.

After that experience, Skylar learned why assassin's who failed were never heard from again; they had been slaughtered and tortured in very creative ways.

~Flashback over~

Skylar didn't like remembering her time as a child, but the flashbacks she couldn't top. Her oast was apart of her, and it molded her to be who she was. Flashbacks, apparently, decided it was their job to remind her constantly that she never even had a years worth of a normal childhood. If you hadn't guessed already, she and flashbacks didn't get along very well.

She had been taken out of her dreaded flashback by getting elbowed in the stomach, making her want to pick the living daylights out of whoever did. Apparently, it was Damian. Too bad she was physically unable to punch him. Then his nose would have been broken long, long ago.

"What?" She whispered hoarsely. She must've been having a flashback for a while considering her parched and raw voice. Not a good sign.

"Go to sleep." Damian demanded her. She had missed the guards saying 'long out cupcakes', so Damian had taken it upon himself to tell her. Actually, he'd been forced out of his own Revere by his group mates and forced to, but that was besides the point.

"Fine." She snapped at him, not appreciating being elbowed, but none the less made an attempt to sleep.

'Oh, tomorrow is going to be LOVELY, now isn't it?' Skylar though rhetorically before she drifted off into her world of nightmares and memories.