A/N: Wohoo! Chapter 4! Hope y'all enjoy this one, it took me a while to write! Be forewarned, there is cursing in this chapter.

Thanks to The-Obesser for the great idea for this chapter!

It was around one o'clock in the morning when Serafina woke up with in a cold sweat with tears welling up in her eyes. She kicked off her inky blue satin sheets and set her feet on the soft white carpeting of her bedroom. She noiselessly opened her cherry wood door and tiptoed out into the silent moonlit hallway. The cool air caressed her bare shoulders as she padded to her brother's door, the cold wood sending icy tendrils up her body and causing fields of goosebumps to rise on her skin. She cracked the door open and peered into the nearly pitch black. "Dickie?"

She could just make out a small lump under the blankets that was her brother curled up in his bed. She thought he was sleeping, but his head popped up from tangled mess of black sheets, his ebony hair a disheveled mess. "Serafina? Are you okay?"

She leaned her head against the solid door frame. "Can I come in?"

He scooted over and patted a newly made spot next to him. "Come on."

She jogged- or more like sprinted- over to the bed and crawled in next to Dick, who pulled the blankets up around them. The warm satin settled around her freezing skin like the air on a pleasant summer evening. They both lay facing each other, Dick propping his head up with an arm and Serafina's resting on one of the plush pillows.

The elder if the two scratched his nose. "So what's up?"

Serafina twisted the strap of her spaghetti strap night top nervously. "How do you deal with it?"

"What?"

"The… the dreams."

"Oh." The older nodded knowingly. "How bad?"

She shuddered despite the warmth of her brother next to her. "Bad. Really, really bad."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

Tears welled in her eyes and she shook her head vigorously, a quiet whimper escaping her lips. Dick looked at her sympathetically and took her in his arms, rubbing her back soothingly. She nestled her head in the crook of his neck, drops of water leaking from her eyes and dribbling down her cheeks. He held her until her crying stopped and made her face him, wiping a few stray tears away.

"Feel a little better?"

She gave a weak smile. "Yeah. Thanks."

"Anytime, sis." Dick shot her one of his trademark grins, but it quickly vanished as he winced and sat up, touching a hand gently to his shoulder. The change didn't go unnoticed to his twin, who cocked her head curiously. "All this time you're asking me if I'm okay when I should be asking you."

"It's nothing," the Boy Wonder said. "Just an ache from too many flips."

She nodded and yawned, setting her head back on the soft pillow. Part of her was too terrified to go back to sleep, but the crying had made her drowsy, and God the sheets were so damn warm…

Dick saw her drifting off the dreamland and smiled to himself. He slid down into the mess of blankets and repositioned himself so he was more comfortable, but he kept a hand on his sister's waist. He lightly kissed her forehead and whispered, "Night sis."

She drifted off to the soft lull of drowsiness and the comforting warmth of her twin's hand on her waist.

What woke her up was the absence of that warmth. Serafina rubbed her eyes with one hand and rolled over, angling the clock on his nightstand toward her with the other hand. 3:00 A.M. Entirely too early to be up, but it wasn't like she'd be able to get back to sleep anyway. She slipped like a slippery bar of soap out from under the covers and took Dick's robe off the back of a chair. Not like he was using it. She wrapped herself up in the fabric to keep warm and stepped out into the hallway.

It was still dark, but there was still enough light from the full moon streaming in through the massive windows to illuminate the halls. She made her way down the grand staircase and into the den, curling up on a chair positioned conveniently in front of a blazing fireplace. Come to think of it, the was always a fire going in this fireplace. That was probably a fire hazard…

She was snapped out of her train of thought by the sound of wings beating fervently against thick glass. She glanced around the room before her emerald eyes settled on the grandfather clock pushed up against the wall. She saw a bat trapped in the clock, it's wings slapping against the glass holding it captive. Serafina set her feet on the floor and made her way to the clock, tapping the case with two fingers. "Hey little guy. How'd you get stuck up in there, huh?" Her finger tips slid lightly down the glass, looking for someway to open up the clock. She unhooked the case and swung it open, then started looking for a way to open the clock face. The bat's wings flapped even more frantically. "Hang on buddy." She said soothingly, even though she knew the bat couldn't understand her. "We'll get you out of there in just a minute."

Eventually she got the clock face to pop open, and the bat flew out like… well, like a bat out of hell. She ducked and instinctively reached out, grabbing the clock pendulum and pulling on it to steady herself. The clock began slowly moving to the side, startling her and making her fall back on her butt. She scrambled back and watched the clock shift all the way to the side, revealing a winding staircase carved out of stone descending into darkness. She slowly stood and stepped forward uneasily, peering down as far as the light from the fire would reach. Her curiosity spiked, and as soon as her bare foot touched the first ice cold step her rational mind went out the window. She kept her left hand on the wall as she descended, reaching her right hand out in front of her so she wouldn't run into a wall.

She walked until her the fingertips of her left hand brushed a steel panel, but there was nothing touching her other hand. She felt along the panel until she found a switch, which she flipped without hesitation. Light immediately flooded her eyes and her hand shot up to shield her face. When she looked up her jaw dropped at the sheer size of the cave spread out before her. She walked into the middle of the room and spun around in a slow 360, taking in every possible detail. "Wow. Wow, wow, WOW!"

The computer in the cave whirred to life, the blue light from the massive screen giving her skin an eerie, almost ghostly glow. Serafina walked around the cave, eyes wide at the enormous expanse sprawled out before her. There was a sleek black plane sitting on a raised platform, and she could hear water running somewhere deeper in the cave. There was a gym off to her right with giant target boards that had at least a dozen pieces of metal sticking out of each one. There was another part that looked almost like a part of a hospital had been cut out and put in the cave. But what really caught the youngest Grayson's attention was the giant tube. Like taller than a freakin' car and deeper than a swimming pool giant tube. She came to a stop in front of it and crossed her arms over her chest, studying it, and a blue beam came out of the top and ran down her body. She jumped back when a feminine voice said, "Recognized, Serafina, B-04."

The redhead's eyes narrowed as she cautiously stepped forward. How did this… thing know her name, and what were the numbers for? She stepped into the tube and was surrounded by pale golden light. She squeezed her eyes shut to keep from being blinded as a whirring sound filled her ears, but what startled her was the sensation.

It felt like every atom of her body was being torn apart, as if her body was a nuclear battleground. It hurt. Really, really bad. It wasn't like Serafina was unfamiliar with pain; hell, where she'd come from, you had to get used to it. But this was a totally new kind of pain that she didn't know. A white hot burning spreading like wildfire through her arms and legs, boiling the blood in her veins and pooling in her chest, blistering her skin. The feeling was intense, but if she thought that was bad, it had nothing on what was coming. The pain of being ripped apart was nothing like having every fiber of your being forced back together like jigsaw puzzle pieces that just didn't want to fit back where they should.

Just as soon as the pain started, it stopped. Her eyes snapped open and she gasped, sucking as much air as she could into her burning lungs. Her body felt like hell, her legs quivering under her like those of a newborn fawn. She was dizzy and nauseous, her brain trying to reboot itself like a computer. She grabbed the wall to hold herself up and found she was inside a tube just like the one she had stepped in before. When she finally looked up from the floor she found that she wasn't in the cave she'd discovered. This place was still a cave, but the room was wide open with nothing in it. There was a well-lit corridor at the other end of the room, but aside from that and the tube she was in, the room was empty. She shakily stepped out of the tube walked over to the corridor on the other side. She peered down the well-lit hall and, glancing behind her, continued down the hall.

She came upon a kitchen that opened up into a den. Both rooms were astonishingly clean, so clean the redhead wondered if this was Alfred's secret getaway. The TV in the den was still running, static fizzling on the screen. The teenager could hear the faint din of weapons and voices down another hallway opposite from the one she had just come through. Her curiosity peaked again, and she followed the sound until she reached a gym. The ceiling towered high above her head, and she was surrounded on all sides by workout equipment. There were a bunch of targets just like she had seen back at the other cave, and they had pieces of metal and arrows sticking out of them. "What are you doing here?"

Serafina turned and saw a group of six teenagers, her age and older, standing in fighting positions. The one in the middle was obviously the leader. He looked like he was about 16, maybe a little older. He was black with short cut blond hair, silver eyes, and, oddly enough, gills. His feet and hands were webbed, and he was wearing black pants with fins and a sleek red muscle shirt. Black tattoos ran down his arms to the center of the back of his hands, and he was grasping two shiny metal sticks.

The boy on the right of the first boy also looked about 16. His hair was shaggy black, and his eyes were bright cobalt. He wore simple jeans, black combat boots, and a black t-shirt with a bold red S on the front. He well-built, strong abs and a chiseled chest showing through his shirt. The girl standing next to him had auburn hair and amber colored eyes. Her skin was green, and had a few freckles dusted on her face. She had a blue cape and skirt, a white shirt with a red X, and blue ankle boots with a low heel. She was pretty, and though she looked ready to kick some ass, the black haired boy next to her was standing in front of her protectively. Serafina smiled mentally. 'So obviously a couple.'

Next to the girl the was another 16 year old boy. He had kind of orangey red hair and light green eyes. His costume was bright, bright yellow with red boots and a yellow cowl with little red lightning bolts sticking out the sides. He also had freckles sprinkled across his face. In the center of his chest was a bright red lighting bolt. On the left of the black boy was a boy significantly younger than all the others, probably her age. He also had black hair, but she couldn't tell what color his eyes were because of the mask covering them. She could see that his skin was tan, just like hers, and his figure was short and muscular. His costume was a black cape with canary yellow on the inside, black leggings with red pockets, black boots and gloves, and a red vest with a stylized R on it. He actually reminded the teen a lot of her twin.

Standing next to him was an about 15 year old girl. She had long blonde hair and dark grey eyes. She had a cowl went from her hairline to her cheekbones, and an all green costume that left her midriff and arms bare. There was a light green arrow on her chest, and she had a bow in her hands. Taken all together, they looked like superheroes. Serafina mentally berated herself for that. In her world there were no superheroes. There are people, and there are monsters. There is no middle ground.

The black boy in the middle cleared his throat. "Again, what are you doing here?"

The redhead thought for a moment. She could take the antagonistic approach, try to fight her way out, and risk getting clobbered. Or, she could take the pacifistic approach and claim peace. Of course, she still risked getting clobbered, but hopefully less clobbered, and she would rather still have all her body parts when this was over. She probably didn't look too welcoming either, her twin's robe wrapped around her and her hair falling in her face, obscuring her face and eyes. She quickly made up her mind, and held up her hands. "I don't know. I honest to God don't know."

The group of teenagers exchanged skeptical looks. She took a hesitant step forward, making them all focus on her again. "Look, I really don't have a clue. One minute I'm in this weird cave I found, the next I'm here."

"So you just found a random cave with a zeta tube?" The short, black haired boy asked. Geez, the kid even sounded like her brother…

"I'm not here the hurt any of you, if that's what you're implying." She threw her hands in the air. "Look, I don't know who you people are, and I really don't give a shit! I just want to go home!"

They all glanced at each other before the black boy stepped forward. Serafina took a step back to match. Did they not believe her? Was he going to hurt her? But he put his sticks in a holster thing on his back and held up his hands. "We will not hurt you. I am Aqualad, and this is my team. Tell me where you live, one of us will take you home."

She crossed her arms over her chest. "Gotham City."

Aqualad nodded and went back to his team, saying something. They nodded, and the short boy walked over to her. "Come on, I'll take you back."

She glanced at the other teens and bobbed her head in their general direction, silently thanking them before following the boy out of the room and back to the one she had first been in.

"I'm Robin, by the way." The boy said.

The youngest Grayson nodded, but shrunk back when she saw the tubes again. Robin noticed her reaction. "What's the matter?"

"They hurt."

He glanced at the tubes and smiled sympathetically. "Oh, the zeta tubes. Trust me, it isn't that bad after the first time, and it's the fastest way to get you back home."

She nodded and took Robin's offered hand before stepping into the tube with him. He was right; it didn't hurt as bad the second time around. This time it felt more like a thousand little pin pricks running up and down her body than a nuclear explosion. The next thing she knew she and Robin were crammed next to each other in a phone booth. The doors opened, and the cold, dirty air of Gotham City smacked her in the face. When they got out of the phone booth she turned to the boy. "Is this a joke?"

He cocked his head to the side. "What do you mean? Isn't this where you were?"

"No, I was in a cave-"

"The Batcave?"

That gave her pause. "I- I guess. Wait, you mean like the one from the Batman stories?" Sure she'd heard of the guy, but she passed him off as an urban legend, like all superheroes. He supposedly had a sidekick about her age too.

"Yeah."

"But that's all just a bunch of stories to make kids sleep at night."

"They're not just stories. They're real. He's real. I should know, I'm his partner."

"Hold on, if all this is true and Batcave is real, then what the hell is it doing under my house? Unless…" The pieces snapped in place, and her eyes got as big as teacups. "Dick?"

Robin froze, but quickly recovered. "I don't know who that is."

She tossed her curls out of her eyes, finally letting him see her face. "Come off it Dick, it's me." She shook her head in disbelieve. "You're Robin. You're really Robin."

The Boy Wonder peeled off his mask, revealing equally wide eyes. "Serafina? How…?"

"I found the entrance in the den at the Manor. There was this bat and… never mind."

The older Grayson pinched the bridge of his nose. "You need to keep your hair out of your face. I can never recognize you when it's falling in your eyes like that."

"Sure, whatever." She ran a hand through her loose curls, and then it hit her. "Hang on just a minute. If you're Robin, then that means Bruce is… holy crap! BRUCE IS THE GODDAMN BATMAN! That's why the Batcave is under the Manor!"

"Yeah, about that, don't talk so loud. There's a reason we wear masks."

"Right, sorry." She rubbed her arms, trying to get over the shock. "Um, I don't mean to be pushy, but can we please go home? It's freezing out here."

The ebony nodded, still somewhat stunned. "Yeah. Yeah, we can take the zeta tubes."

Within a moment they were back in the Batcave. She yawned as she stepped out of the tube, and Dick turned to her, mask still off. "Serafina, I know you have a lot more questions, but let's wait until the morning. You're exhausted, I'm supposed to start patrol in a few minutes, and Bruce and I can explain the whole thing over breakfast."

The redhead nodded, too tired to even give a response. She hugged her brother and made her way back up to the den, and from there to her bedroom. She collapsed in the bed and curled up under the satin sheets.

Her big brother was Robin. The actual Boy Wonder. Now THAT was something she hadn't expected.

A/N: Hope you guys enjoyed the chapter! Please leave some requests, I love them! And please review!