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Ima Robot

Mount Justice, Happy Harbor
May 26th, 2011

Superboy hits him once before his instincts kick in. He quickly dodges the kryptonian, avoiding being hit again. His body still burned from the day before, Robin just barely notices the table before he bumps into it. Ouch. Momentarily distracted by the pain, he accidentally gives Conner control of the situation.

Robin is grabbed and slammed against the wall. He can't help himself, he screams, because the burns are worst on his back. The Joker spent an hour working on it, and it had to be a message or something. But it hurts, and Rob is pretty sure his friend just tore it open. He tries to keep himself from screaming again, but can't stop the whimpering that happens. He watches as Conner raises his hand to punch him-again. Before it makes contact his hand is stopped, being held in place by Wally and Robin 2.o.

"Come on Con, don't do this!" Wally yells, now trying to push him away with his speed to no avail. Conner looks around at the team and back to Robin before dropping the small boy and stepping away. He still looked like he wanted to punch something, but at least he wasn't hurting Robin anymore.

Robin fell to the ground, whimpering and groaning and holding back tears. Nobody stepped to him to comfort him, they just held Conner back. Once the tears stopped threatening him, he lifted his head with a timid smirk. "Hey Miss M. You wouldn't have anything for burns, would ya?" He doesn't miss the way they all jump when they hear his voice, but Megan nods and heads off to the kitchen. Robin follows slowly.

He sits himself on the island in the kitchen as Megan goes through a drawer to find the burn stuff. The rest of the team follows them to the kitchen and stand against the wall as she pulls out a large container of burn cream. Turning back to him, she hesitates before open her mouth and asking him "Is it really you? Are you really... Robin?" He's taken aback by the question, but looks over to Robin 2.o before sighing and sliding his glasses off. "I guess I don't really deserve that name anymore, huh? You guys already have a Robin." He forces himself to smile at Robin before continuing. "However, yes. It's me. But you can call me Dick. At least until I figure out a new name."

He is suddenly tackled by the Martian. She hugs him tightly, making him gasp. She quickly draws back, noticing he was in pain. "I'm sorry it's just that I'm relieved you are alive. Now, umm, where are your burns?" He smiles at her quickly before fixing his eyes onto the ground and pulling his sweatshirt off. His old team gasps at the burns that litter his arms, and he smiles again at the ground before pulling off his t-shirt. Everyone is put into a stunned silence, making Dick uncomfortable. To make the quiet end, he says the only thing he can think of. "Now that someone else can see it, can you tell me what it says? It sure took long enough to be made."

He can practically see the eyes staring at him. Kaldur clears his throat and answers him. "Broken birdies can't fly. Ro- Dick, who did this?" Dick smiles sadly at the ground again.

"The Joker did. I... refused to do something and this was my punishment. And, before you ask, it just happened yesterday, and no I am not going to tell you what I refused to do. The point is I didn't do it." Not that day, anyways.

M'gann tried to put the ointment on his back, but was shaking and crying too hard to do anything. Wally took over for her, but due to his panic about the burns, he kept trying to superspeed it, causing Dick more pain. One by one the team tried to help him, but something always happened to make them have to stop, until the only one left is Superboy. He grabs the ointment and applies it to Dicks scarred back. Nobody misses the way Dick flinches away as Superboy approaches, or the way Superboy won't stop scowling. Once all of his burns have been tended to, Dick hears the one thing he is looking least forward to.

"We need to call the League" Of course he can't argue with that, but he doesn't want to face them yet. Obediently he follows Kaldur to the meeting room and stands out of view of the large television. He listens to the television start up, and that sound quickly turns to his mentor's deep 'Batman' voice. Dick jumps. Nope. I am so not ready for this.

"Can I help you kids?" He asks, getting straight to the point as always.

"Sir, we have news you should be interested in." Kaldur replied. He just called you a piece of news. His mind taunted him.

"Well, what is it?"

"Rob- Dick? Come out of hiding." He stays there for another moment, collecting his breath until he began to hear Batman growling at Kaldur for 'wasting his time.' He decided then would be as good of a time as ever, so he stepped into view of the shadows. Batman automatically spots him and stops talking, shock written on his face for a few seconds before he shows his usual scowl again.

"Don't move." He told them, before shutting off the connection. They don't move as the rest of the team comes into the room. Nobody tries to speak, and the air grows tense for everyone when Conner won't stop glaring at Dick. After about a minute of it, Dick can't handle the stare anymore.

"What is wrong with you? You act as if I am the bad guy and not like I just escaped them!" He yells, furious. Conner growls at him, stepping up to him until they were less than a foot away from each other. Dick never lowers his gaze, but he changes his stance so he could fight back if he got attacked again. Conner speaks in a growl, low enough for only him to hear.

"You're supposed to be dead. We went to your funeral. After that, you expect me to accept that you can just walk in here and take your old spot back? You hurt everyone on this team. And do you think I believe they just let you escape? For all I know, you're working with them."

Dick stands there shocked. Is that what they all think? That I am working with the enemy? I knew I hurt them, but it wasn't my fault. Why don't they understand that? He watches as Conner stomps out of the room, followed by M'gann who probably knew what just happened due to her psychic abilities. He stares after them, mind racing until he felt a familiar presence in the room.

Weird, I didn't hear the Zeta beams announce him. Then again, there are probably other ways into the mountain only a bat could know. Dick looks to the corner of the room, where his mentor was hiding in the shadows. He notices Robin watching the shadow also, whereas the rest of the team is still oblivious to being watched and continues to stand there awkwardly.

"Where have you been?" Batman asks voice normal to anyone except a member of the Batfamily. To them, it was laced with worry. Wally and Artemis jump, but the rest hide their reaction. Dick looks around at the team before looking at the ground. He knew Batman would understand. Quickly, the rest of the team is sent out of the room, but Robin stayed. As soon as the people were gone, Batman lowered his cowl, and he became Bruce Wayne. Bruce looked at his son, eyes telling the boy to speak.

Dick sighs. Where to start? He decides to simply answer the question. "Joker had me. Been at the docks for the past three months."

"How did you get free?"

"He let me out. I don't know why."

"Probably decided you weren't worth his time." A third voice said. So, Dick was right. His younger brother had taken up being Robin. "After all, everyone did think you were dead!" His voice climbed higher, until he was yelling. I didn't come back to get yelled at.

He yells back. "I don't see how that's my fault! You guys should have known better than to accept my death without a body to prove it!"

Neither his brother nor his father responds. They both look at him with shocked faces for a moment, quickly putting on an unreadable face. You see that? They won't even let you see how disappointed in you they are. His mind taunts him. They don't want their boy wonder back, and you've displeased them and now they won't even show you how they really feel. You're probably still dead in their minds. No, that can't be true. They are his family! They have to be happy he was back.

Bruce looks at him and puts his cowl back on. Now once again Batman, he begins walking towards the door. "We are going home. Robin, Dick, lets go." Neither of the boys disobeys, and they follow their mentor out the door and down the hallway towards the Zeta beams. Dick watches the ground, embarrassed at his outburst. Sure, he had had fights with both Bruce and Jason before, but it wasn't their fault this time. If he had anyone to blame, he should be blaming the Joker for this. But somehow, he couldn't bring himself to hate the villain for this.

Hate him for a million other thing? Easily. But not this. Dick looks up to where he knew there was a camera for the Watch Tower to keep an eye on them, and once again a question crossed his mind.

How did the Joker get the videos of the team in the mountain? Most of the team didn't even know they were there, yet a Gotham villain did?

They pass through the kitchen on the way to the beams. He can see the team sitting in the television room, silently sitting and watching... static? He knew it was Conner's favorite show but he usually only watches it when he is the only one watching the television. He looks closer at them, and notices none of them were actually watching it. They are all, one way or another, watching each other. It almost looked like they were talking. Their expressions were changing as time went on.

Dick begins to suspect they actually are talking. His mind quickly reminds him that Conner has super hearing and could hear the conversation, and if a mind link was up at the time then the entire team would know what happened. He quietly slips into the room so he could see all of them. Nobody notices him, as usual, so he looks at Batman, silently telling him to wait just a few minutes. Two minutes pass and nothing happens, so he begins to make his way out of the room when suddenly Wally throws up his hands. "Fine!" he says, "If you all wanna side with Conner, fine. But I'm telling you, I know my best friend. He's not a traitor."

Dick is shocked. There were discussing him being a traitor? And they all agreed on it except for Wally? He begins to make his way out of the room again, but is in such a shock that he doesn't watch where he is going. He runs into the edge of the doorway, making enough noise so that everyone can hear him. Fighting back tears, he quickly runs towards the Zeta beams. He can just barely hear Wally mutter "Good going guys." and yell "Yo, Dick, wait up."

Batman had to of known that something would upset Dick, because he had the Zeta beam ready to go. Wally speeds in front of Dick just before he can step through the beam, and begins talking at a speed that makes it just sound like a bunch of letters. Dick quickly looks down, trying to hide his tears, and steps around his best friend into the Zeta beam. Light overtakes him.

Recognize: Robin B-0-1

When the light dies down, he can see the Batcave. Jason was already there in civvies. Batman must have sent him ahead. Dick avoids looking at him as he tries to control his breathing and stop the tears. Bruce had no doubt seen that he was crying and should be taking another few minutes to get to the cave. After kind of calming himself down, he looks around the cave. It didn't change much. His gymnastic equipment is still where it always was. The only difference is a large case against a wall. Dick walks up to it, and see's his uniform inside it.

It was in a spot where you could see it from virtually every spot inside the cave, and he knew this has to be a sort of memorial for him. For his death. Ashamed once more, he turns away from the case and hears the Zeta beams announce Batman's arrival. A few seconds later, the entrance to the manor opens up and Alfred walks in holding a tray of cookies and a cup of coffee.

With his back to Dick, he walks to the computer and sets the stuff down. "Master Jason, I had believed you would be staying with your team this weekend."

Jason smiles for a second before responding. "I was supposed to, Alfie, but something came up."

"And might I ask what was so important?"

"Right behind you."

Alfred turns slowly with a skeptical look on his face. The second his eyes spot Dick standing in front of his uniform, his eyes betray his shock. He stares for a moment, before speaking once more. "Master Richard, what have you gotten yourself into this time?"