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This chapter is pretty much 'Misplaced' with a twist.

For the past month of the human's realm, he's being going crazy and he hates it. He can't stop it, it's like Robin is some sort of addiction for him and he has been having severe withdraws from it.

He has open wounds all down his back from his own claws tearing into his shoulder blades when he hugs himself in pathetic confusion, wobbly knees that create uneasy steps in his usually confident stride and shivers from that blasted ice in his stomach! He despises the awkward looks the Light members have been giving his shaking form at every meeting and the feeling to vomit that he's become far too accustomed to.

He doesn't even need to breathe, but with every passing day of the human's, he's gasping and nearly hyperventilating and choking on the air in his throat and damn it this has to stop! He can't go on, he's so sure he's dying with every passing moment and it's all Robin's fault!

So Teekl, the beautiful, amazing, wondrous feline that she is, purrs to him her own plan of seeking out Nabu.

Klarion is so angry with what's happening to himself that he has his mouth already opened to shout at her that going to Nabu would only "making things worse, you stupid cat!" but she cuts him off.

Nabu is the only other otherwordly Lord we know, the only other magic user to be within the human world. He must know something.

"And why would he help me?"

Your life is a disarray, a complete mess. Your life needs order, Klarion, and who would be more willing to help than the Lord of Order?

Good point.

"How would we even contact him? He needs a host and only the kiddies have his Helmet."

Do something chaotic enough to require his help, you are not the Lord of Chaos for nothing, I've been planning a few things out of my own as you go insane. Care to hear?

"Fine."

Teekl hops into his lap and snakes her head beneath his hand to be scratched behind the ears and tells him of her plan: use the gem of Ambre Jeune Perdu and separate the sidekicks from their heroes to make them weaker and perfectly desperate for Nabu; be in a spot to be easily - but not so easily it was suspicious - found by the teens; have the newest member, some magic-wielding girl who's almost as big of a wannabe magician as Abra, summon the helmet to their use and surrender defeat if Nabu will answer some questions.

"Surrender defeat?" Klarion lets out an insane laugh. "No."

How about at least calling a temporary truce?

"Nabu hates me, there's no way he'll play nice with me."

You're lucky I hate seeing you in so much pain, Klarion. He knows you need me to stay here, offer me up to Nabu. If you're serious enough to do that and you're at his mercy - don't make that face, I'm helping you, child - he'll listen.

Give Teekl up to Nabu? Give Teekl up to anyone? It doesn't settle with the witch boy and he pulls his familiar closer to him in a rare act of protection. He has never been separated from her willingly in the nearly-hundred years he's been apart of the human world. It's longer than he has ever kept anything in his existence. The one and only time they were parted was when he was unconscious for 24 hours, but for the most part, Klarion has successfully blocked that memory out.

Klarion, you must speak to him. He will not hurt either of us if he sees how desperate you are.

"I am not des-!"

Yes you are. Do not argue with me on the matter. You must speak to him.

"Fine. I'm not going to be happy about it though."

That's alright; you being happy with this was never part of the plan.

Of course, Klarion adds his own twists and bumps to the plan, but - surprisingly enough - everything is perfect.

He insanely relieved that all his hard-work is almost over; he hated being patient and sitting down to study each sidekick to predict their individual actions and consider every factor and prepping himself for any outcomes he didn't want to happen. Really, with a endless amount of time on his hands (because he really doesn't have friends in the human's realm...or his own...but he likes it that way, thank you very much), it should have taken him just days to finish all the planning and what will happen when with who and such, but stupid Robin has never stopped plaguing his thoughts or fascinating him or making him smile or giving him warmth or getting him off track with everything.

Not to mention the withdraws never worked their way out of his system like they should have; he's gotten so much worse in the weeks since Teekl first proposed to asking Nabu for help. His shakes have become unpredictable and violent, his scalp is sore from the many tugs on his own hair and sometimes he feels so sick that he locks the door and curls up in a ball until he catches the air he doesn't need.

And it's not easy to hide when his condition is written all over his appearance. He saw his reflection in a passing window and he just froze and stared at what used to be himself. He's gotten so much paler than what's considered healthy for people of his world, his eyes are underlined by grey-but-slowly-fading-to-black rings and he feels as though he's lost weight. Klarion's not even sure his weight can change, but it seems like it has and it's beginning to gnaw at him that it may have to do with the day he was attacked by an invisible force and was unconscious for 24 hours.

Just kidding.

Because that day so did not happen.

The thinking and planning that was suppose to be done and over with in no more than just a couple days went on for three weeks until the witch boy is certain enough that his plan is fool-proof. He has processed every outcome, defeated every imaginary battle, conquered all events that Teekl meowed as possibilities and even traveled back to his home realm for some time to learn a few extra tricks and get the little jewel that will begin it all.

Now, it's time to put the plan in motion.

"Out of all the places on this stupid planet, you pick somewhere muddy?" Klarion sneers at the ginger cat in his arms who meows at him to be quiet and be grateful.

The two companions keep walking (while the wet dirt sticks annoyingly to the master's black shoes) until the witch boy settles for a clearing and Teekl leaps from his arms.

He sets the French-sounding gem down and watches as burning orange designs imprint themself onto the ground around it, vining and twisting precariously until an intricate circle is drawn with five designated areas glow brighter than the rest of it all. He summons four of the most powerful sorcerers in the world (though not as powerful as him. Obviously) and they appear one by one until all are present and they all begin chanting in German (which is the Lord of Chaos' favorite language; he liked the Germens so much better in the world wars, with all the killing and terror and chaos, but now they're 'at peace with the world'. Inwardly, he sighs, Hitler still had so many things to destroy before his too-early death, but whatever, it just left more things for Klarion to ruin himself).

He can feel the slight shift as two new worlds are created - both completely lost without the other, but no where in sight of one another - then Wotan, Blackbriar, Felix and Wizard disappear to their new world with a soft sizzle. He pouts that he's not considered an adult seeing as he's ageless and immortal, which is closer to being a grown-up than some child, but he's not complaining. If he wasn't stuck with kiddies, the plan would never work.

Personally, he thinks this is all rather boring. Gems and sorcerers and splitting adults and kids, la de da. He just stands here, thinking of the blasted Boy Wonder who caused all this and telling Teekl to shut up when she hisses at the dirt repeatedly.

"If you're so upset with being dirty, I'll give you a bath later." Oh, jeez. It's been so silent here that he almost jumps at the sound of his voice.

Teekl hisses at him before climbing into his arms to escape the never-ending soil.

He relishes in her warm body against his chest and, just like all the times Teekl tried to comfort him these past few weeks, is reminded once again that her centered body heat is nothing like the intriguing warmth that cocooned his body oh-so pleasantly the day after the incident.

Incident?

What incident?

He doesn't know what he's talking about.

Finally, after an eternity (well, two hours, the shortest eternity ever), things change ever so slightly. The leaves around him are rustling a bit harsher. A few specks of dirt are picked up and scattered by a wind that was not here just a moment ago. There's a soft ringing that he can just barely hear, maybe he's even imagining it, but he wasn't imagining it before. Klarion senses...him.

Mr. Plague His Thoughts Day and Night.

Boy Wonder.

Robin.

The presence he can't even see yet lights a little match inside him and he's warm again, not just from Teekl's body, but from his own and oh boy, does it feel good. He's not going to admit it, ever, but he believes he actually missed the warmth from the day he laid in the infirmary of Luthor's building. It wraps around his body, all the way to the tips of his fingers loosely burried in Teekl's fur and forces a murmur of something satisfactory from his throat, but the witch boy's not sure what he's exactly trying to say.

But the warmth flees with Teekl's meow of panic and Klarion already knows what's going to happen, so he twists around with an outstretched hand and a bright pink, transparent shield forms itself from his palm.

When he spent three weeks preparing for every detail, he spent three weeks preparing for every detail. He's grateful to his past self for so much thinking and predicting because the translucent orb stops three green arrows and three red batarangs.

Klarion releases a soft exhale of internal anguish. He already predicted Robin would be one of the first to attack him, but that didn't make it any less painful.

One thing he didn't plan on was being hurt that Robin had tried to injure him.

He did, however, plan that the two non-powered children would be used as a distraction and with a sneer of confidence, he glowers at them. "That's the best you can do?" Klarion snides with an unimpressed attitude that, truly, he only aims at Artemis (yeah, he remembers her name, he remembers all of their names and he doesn't know why) because he just can't bring himself to mock Robin so harshly.

And the Lord of Chaos loves mocking people.

This magician girl better get Nabu here quick.

The shield fades away and is replaced with a shiny bolt of electricity which runs from his fingertips to the two side-kicks. It zaps toward them before they can react, but it's only a show for the others, more specifically, the magician's daughter. It would certainly help for her to believe her friends are in more danger than they actually are because, although it makes an impressive shock as explodes just feet before Robin and Artemis, the vapor the lightning secretly transforms into is little more than a strong sleeping gas which makes both heroes drop to the ground.

"Thank you, Wotan," he mumbles gratitude to one of the older sorcerers he summoned earlier; he may not be the Lord of Manners, but transforming one spell into another was hard and Wotan taught him without question of what the sleeping gas was for.

Klarion also makes sure none of the other heroes notice that Robin lands far too lightly to be considered injured from the blast he and Artemis supposedly suffered.

Then Project Kr is suddenly right next to him, so he whips up another shield to fully surround him and the pentagram before the clone can even think to stop and when the witch boy waits (uncharacteristically) patiently for three more dull thuds, signifying that Kid Flash, Aqualad and Miss Martian are exactly where he expected them to be and doing exactly what he expected them to do.

Yeah, he planned everything.

A girl with hair almost as dark as his own appears behind Project Kr and raises her gloved hands. "Etativel mih ffo eht margatnep!"

Klarion laughs, as in throws his head back and puts a hand to his chest with a howl of mocking mirth. The little white light that she threw at him didn't even leave a scratch in his shield!

How pathetic.

Once he regains his composure, and it actually takes him a while to stop laughing at her, he sneers at her. "Baby magic," he coos in the most degrading tone he knows of.

Her face is flustered, probably from being laughed at so harshly, and she's standing straight with her fist balled at her sides and glaring at him. Klarion stifles his snickers at first, but soon begins laughing aloud again.

Her glare is as threatening as her magic.

He has his hand raised to send her flying like her spell tried to do to him, but then it clicks (and he's a little embarrassed it took him this long to realize this, especially since she's the only one that he hasn't recognized) that this is the girl who can get Nabu!

"Zatanna, move!"

Klarion turns to the voice even though the command was not directed to him. It's Aqualad - the sincere and dull member that is so boring, Klarion's mouth has stretched himself into a yawn just from the other's voice - with Project Kr following directly behind while Kid Flash struggles on the other side to get up after being ricocheted from the shield at the same speed he had tired to attack the witch boy with.

Aqualad is running toward the girl and Klarion realizes he still has his hand outstretched for an unspoken spell to get rid of the magician girl. He lowers his hand and shrugs at the confused looks of Aqualad and...Zatanna?

"It's been fun catching up and all, but I need you," he points a clawed finger in the magician girl's direction, "to do me a favor."

As soon as the 'r' sound has left his lips, Klarion flicks his wrist and sends Aqualad into Project Kr and both fly into a nearby tree and magician girl lets out a soft gasp of shock and goes to protect the last one - Kid Flash, who was having trouble getting up after his run-in with Klarion's shield - but he has already predicted her moves and the speedster collapses as the Lord of Chaos does the same lightning morph into sleeping gas trick he did with Robin and Artemis.

Robin.

The remembrance of the spell's earlier victim sends one of those awful shakes down his spine.

Stupid withdraws.

He has to hurry before he gets any worse and goes back to the curled up position he's become sick of the past three weeks; to be honest, he planned on having more time before he became a bigger mess than he is now. Zatanna has only ran to Aqualad and Project Kr and put up a shield (that Klarion could destroy without any magic), summoning Kid Flash over with a levitation spell and Klarion can see her twisting back to bring Robin and Artemis over, but he planned that and shouts the spell before she can even fully face her cast aside companions.

"Etativel eht yob ot em!"

Robin's body - which happens to be the closest unconscious sidekick to him, just as the witch boy planned - floats up and Klarion can only see a red blur as the Boy Wonder zips past the magician girl and into an opening his shield created for the child. As soon as the hole closes up, Robin's unconscious form drops heavily, but Klarion catches the boy to cradle him in black-clothed arms.

For being the smallest side-kick, the child weighed more than he looked. A lot more. With all the shakes and how tired he's been and how much weight he (thinks he) has lost, Klarion should have dropped him before even fully catching the boy.

And he does.

It's not a hard drop, mind you. Klarion loses his grip on the boy as gently as he can, which ends with him toppling to the ground with Robin in his arms and both the conscious and unconscious boy end up in a cluttered heap on the ground.

"Ouch," it's a soft growl coming from lips placed beneath furrowed brows. He won't let go of the boy, he can't let go of the boy, so Klarion shifts and squirms until he's sitting on the muddy ground with Robin sprawled out in front of him with the teen's head in his lap. The little sidekick's lips are slightly parted with slow, even breaths and the whites of the domino mask are pressed out against his eyelashes and Klarion can feel his mouth quirk up in a smile.

Hes touching Robin.

He's touching Robin.

He's touching Robin.

He must have this boy.

It's everything about him. It's the messy hair that sweeps in one direction on the right side and goes the other way for the left side. It's the button nose that sits so straight and curves up at the little tip where the gentlest indent lays. It's the pink lips that quiver with each exhale and have little cracks running along the edges. It's the high cheek bones that bump out against the black edges of the mask. It's even the lingering scent of the sleep gas that still clings to the boy. It's everything, everything, everything.

The witch boy arches his back as something swells within him and tells him to not let Robin go. Ever. The something tells him to coddle and protect the boy and keep him by his side at all times, to defend him and keep him safe at all costs. His life as a sidekick is too dangerous, he's always in harm's way, always tempting death and injury. Klarion has to shield the boy from that lifestyle. He has to guard Robin.

He simply has to.

Do not let him go. Do not ever let him go.

The Lord of Chaos is not known for his obedience, but he follows the order anyway because it's unlikely Klarion even has control over his own actions with the swelling and the desire to protect consuming more and more of him. He has already snapped his fingers, waiting for the quick arrival of a portal to his home realm where he will eagerly stay with Robin forever.

However, Klarion can not even stand up before Teekl's furious meow is heard and claws that he has personally sharpened himself on his familiar dig into his outstretched wrist.

The Lord of Chaos gives out in a cry of pain and flicks his arm forward in a successful effort to detach his familiar. "Teekl!" Snarls he, turning to face his attacker as the portal swooshes shut with his loss of concentration, and clutches his bleeding wrist.

Klarion! Think about what you're doing!

"I am thinking, you stupid cat! I have to take him back home! I have to protect him from the-!"

From his family? From his friends? This is his world, Klarion. He would not survive in your realm!

"Robin!"

Klarion does not respond to his familiar, but instead opts to glare with flaming eyes at the magician girl who has just finished levitating Artemis over (did all of that really happen faster than she could summon her friend over?). He does not like the way she called out for her companion, her voice portrayed something more than just concern for a friend, but at least the distractions have deflated the swelling feeling inside him.

"What do you want with him, you little creep?" She shrieks at him from behind the weak shield she has up protecting herself and her other friends.

"Nothing really," he draws out. He loves being able to lie so easily, "it's Nabu I want to speak with. But if he can't be reached in time," he lifts Robin's head by the raven locks - oh yes, his hair is so softer than Teekl's fur! - on the boy in a menacing way, "I think I could just take your little friend's life in exchange," the hand not holding the boy up glows a luminescent red and edges toward the teen's tender throat.

"Nabu?" Her voice breaks at the sight of his power crawling towards Robin. "What do you want with him?"

Klarion gives a dramatic sigh and raises his hand high above his head. "With all those questions, I guess he won't be reached in time."

Just as he swings his hand down, the magician girl screams "No!" Klarion hopes the she didn't notice that he paused his hand just above Robin's frail neck before she even screamed and waits for her to continue. "I'll get Nabu. I'll get him now."

"Good idea."

"Zatanna, no!"

Klarion looks around wildly for the voice. Who was left?

Just above the magician girl, a transparent outline moves among the trees, flitting in between them and around the tops.

Oh yeah.

Miss Martian.

Wasn't she taken out when she flew into his shield?

Apparently not.

He kinda forgot about her.

Since she's...you know...invisible.

"Would you like to see your little friend burn?" He coos, staring right into where he can sense her horrified eyes are and brings his hand, now enflamed with red again, closer to the boy's thin neck inch by inch.

"No! No, no, no!"

It's funny if he thinks about it. He planned for Robin to be the one he brought into his shield, the one he would hold hostage. Because he knows, as much as he hates it, that he could never hurt the child (and if he hurt any of the other sidekicks, Nabu would not come here to talk), that he's not even tempted to harm him, that he would never allow himself to lose control in Robin's presence in fear for the safety of the human child, yet these girls thought their friend's life was moments from calling a final act.

Though his plan wouldn't work if they didn't.

"Then shut up," Klarion purrs. He can't have any witnesses. "Actually, come closer."

"W-why?" She slowly fades into color and the Lord of Chaos shrugs; she was prettier in her picture.

"Time is ticking," the tips of his claws are nearly touching Robin's exposed throat. He can vaguely hear someone shout something, but he stays focused; nothing can hurt him, Teekl or Robin in their little bubble.

Miss Martian flies over to the shield with the threat of her friend, floating downward until her boots hit the ground. She takes tentative steps forward until she is only inches from his protection-dome.

"Do you know why I'm doing this, naive little mind reader?" Get her off track, distract her with a nonsense question.

"Well, no," she makes the wonderful mistake of breaking eye contact with him, "I'm not suppose to re-."

Klarion throws out his burning red hand that was so close to Robin's throat and sends a firey ball of energy her way.

In her distraction, she only looks up when it's too late; her eyes widen and she goes to fly, but she is not fast enough. The blast hits her right in the chest and sends her flying backwards, landing in a crumpled mess so far away, out cold.

"Witch boy."

He knows that voice.

Klarion turns his gaze from the martian's unconscious body and up to a form high above him, with a golden helmet and a billowing cape.

"Nabu," he spits out with just as much venom, "I must speak with you."

I know it's not as long as the first chapter - it's only 8 pages - but if I combine it with the next chapter, I'm afraid it'll be too long.

And I'm up to 'Terrors' now, so both Artemis and Klarion have finally made their appearances! The next episode I watch is 'Homefront' and I'm so excited to see Robin and Artemis in action!

Question of the Chapter:

Which do you guys prefer: Chalant (Robin and Zatanna), Birdflash (Robin and Wally), Spitfire (Wally and Artemis) or all/a combination? Please answer because this WILL affect the story since Robin will have a little bit of confusion for everything.