AUGH!

I know, I know, I know... I haven't updated for, like, a month. And I'm SORRY! I really hope this chapter makes up for it!

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It all happened so quickly, Bruce could hardly recount what had happened himself. First, he was outside LexCorp. LexCorp... I should buy it, then burn down every building in existence... He could afford it, that much he knew- but Lex would never pay up. Sure, he and Bruce were (quote-en-quote) 'buddies', rubbing shoulders at parties and sharing their favorite wines, but Lex would have no power without his company.

Then, he was inside, a trail of unconscious bodies behind him. His head throbbed, and he felt reminiscent of a hang-over.

But, he was past the guards and down in some room- glowing, florescent red lights, like that of Cadmus (as Robin had told him of) hanging from the ceiling and flashing brightly in his face- or what could be seen of it. There was a door that led forward, towards the 'dungeon', from what Batman could tell of his map.

That's where he would be holding Dick and Blaine-

But why was Luthor with Cheshire? Or the Shadows, for that matter...

He didn't care. He just wanted to find his children.

Easily hacking into the system (Apollo and Robin had learned from someone, right?), Batman had the door open in moments. He disappeared into the dim shadows and slunk against the wall, stalking forwards to find-

Nothing.

His eyes widened behind his cowl, and the Dark Knight swore. As quickly as he could, Batman pushed his communicator.

"Batgirl, come in. I repeat, Batgirl, come in!"

Static was the only thing to greet him.

Another colorful swear lifted from the man's lips, and he patched into Apollo's link.

"Bruce? Bruce, did you find them-"

"No. Call Batgirl and-" he scowled and snarled, "Harper, and have them wait for me-"

"Crap... Bruce, I- I can't reach them! The Shadows must be blocking their signal!"

A tick developing above his left eyebrow, Batman nodded to no one in general. "Apollo, go up to your room and lock the door."

"What? Do you think something-"

"I think they know."

There was silence over the link, then, Terrence's shaky voice answered back, "Alright. I'll grab the lovebirds and Alfred, and we'll go on up... Dad, be careful."

His heart dropping to his gut- Dad...- Batman nodded again. "Right. You, too."

And he left.

….

Terrence wheeled backward as fast as he could after completely shutting down the Bat-Computer, the hard-drive in his jeans pocket. Coraline turned at the sudden screech, and Jason sat up on the bed, eyes wide open (as he had been asleep). His face fearful, the Black boy grabbed his 'brother's' hand, along with Cori's. "Bruce thinks they've got us. We need to go- now."

Then, Alfred came down the stairs, his face ashen. "Someone has broken into the Manor-"

Jason suddenly was barking into his ear-piece. "Hey! Watchtower- we need some back-up-"

Suddenly, the supposedly hidden clock-door entrance exploded open. Jason, despite his injuries, managed to stand in front of his family. He didn't even see Coraline draw a gun from under her skirt, at a garter around her thigh.

There, in front of him, stood Sportsmaster. The blonde man smirked from under his hockey mask, blue eyes alight with an evil mischief. "Ah... Now I have real evidence that you're all the little ba*****s of the Bat..." He pulled out a lance- from where, Jason had no freakin' clue- and threw it at the young man. Without skipping a beat, he caught it in the air, eyes narrowing.

"I'm our weapons expert. You thing you can- AUGH!"

Coraline had shot Jason.

Terrence shouted out, but the young woman was in front of him in a moment.

The last thing he saw before she knocked him out were her eyes.

Her brown eyes.

….

Richard's eyes grew wide, his breath coming quick. From the glint in her eyes, he knew Cheshire wasn't lying-

About what?

"W-What do you mean, you remember?" he asked her warily.

The Cat-lady snorted and drew her sai, playfully flipping it up and down in her hand, her eyes never leaving Dick's. Even as the protege of the Bat, it unnerved him- though he refused to show it. "You don't remember? Several years ago, when you were only eight. Sparrow was ten, I believe, and Wraith was around thirteen."

Dick's eyes grew even wider, his breath coming short and fast. How does she know about-

Then, a nagging pain began in the base of his neck.

Cheshire began to slowly walk around the boy, her grin malicious and fiery. "The Kryptonite- remember? All of the League had been captured, and you, Kid Runt, Speedy, and your little family-" she spat the word at him "-decided to be super-heroes. You ran into my little sister, too... Remember?"

The pain grew worse.

"Remember, Robin?" She pulled his head back by his hair, and a sharp gasp came from Dick's lips. Black eyes peered into cobalt, and shivers ran down the little bird's spine and up his arms. "Little Barbara got shot in the leg- My sister led you to the Kryptonite- I showed Batman and Wonder Woman the way... My little sister- Artemis."

His brain practically exploded with the fiery pain that shot through it-

Jason eyed Barbara, as if begging her to say something. She shrugged, and Jason sighed heavily, turning back to the boy. "Well, Dick. We're gonna need all the help we can get. Go get Blaine and Terrence. We're having a meeting before school..."

His eyes grew wide, not only with shock and fear, but with recognition-

Dick placed the domino mask on his face, smiling at how cold the sealant on the corners and edges felt. Alfred had cut up a cape- white on the inside, black on the outside- for him, and an identical one for Blaine.

"Ready?" came the girl's voice.

Dick turned and smiled. Blaine wore the same he did- black jumpsuit, gray belt and gloves, white and black cape, and domino mask. But she also wore tall, black boots that stopped short of her knees.

"Almost," Dick grunted, pulling on his own boots.

"Jason's got the teleporter almost ready," Blaine spoke as Dick plopped down to clip up the boots. "He hacked the super-computer and got the password, but he's now trying to get past the voice-activated fire walls and stuff."

Dick nodded and took the hand Blaine offered.

The two regarded each other, then Blaine giggled. "You can rock that cape, Robin."

He giggled right back. "And you look sweet in those boots, Sparrow."

SPARROW! Blaine, Sparrow- his sister! He needed to focus... Focus, focus, focus-

Dick jumped forward. "We haven't seen Bruce since late last night, and we haven't been able to call him or anything. And his tracker's gone out."

Iris paled, a hand drawing up to her lips. "Oh, my-"

"We haven't been able to contact any of the League," Jason began as he sat the woman down. He sat on the edge of the couch next to her and began to rifle through his pockets, pulling out some papers. "Here- we think that..." He took in a deep breath. "We think that the League has been abducted- the whole League."

Iris tried to take in the information as she scanned the papers with her eyes. There was an Asian man, a purple rock, and- "Lex Luthor?" she gasped. "But- he's on the news all the time! Lex Corp, I mean- and- uh..." She let out an uneasy breath, trying to process. "So... the whole League has just... vanished?"

He was remembering, now... Bruce had been... abducted? No- Batman could- would- never be abducted-

Speedy smirked, shrugging and lifting the boy higher onto his back. Robin curved his body to avoid Speedy's quiver. "Not to brag, but I'm almost as good as Arrow."

"We'll see about that," Batgirl said lowly as she opened the weapon's vault with a built-in hacker. "BlackHawk designed it," she spoke, making Speedy scowl.

The weapons vault was definitely just that- a weapon's vault. All sorts of guns, off-looking machines, swords, knives, and even more obscure things- wands, staffs, gauntlets, ext.- were propped up on the walls and on tables. Sparrow instantly ran off, Robin dropping off Speedy's back and darting after her.

"Don't touch anything!" Batgirl shouted after them, rolling her eyes. She grabbed Speedy's hand, making him feel warm and fuzzy inside, and led him over to where she saw a few knives. "Choose, archer-boy," she spoke with a smirk.

There were several cruel-looking daggers, twin-knives, teethed short-blades, and hunting daggers. Speedy grabbed a thigh-sheath and strapped it on, the grabbed a small, smooth-edged blade, pushing it in. "Alright," he said, standing, arms out. "I'm ready."

BOOM!

Speedy and Batgirl ran towards the sound.

They arrived behind a large shelf and saw two very 'innocent'-looking, masked and caped children. They stood next to a very large plasma gun that stood on legs, pointed at a huge hole bore into the wall.

Batgirl cocked her hip, raising an eyebrow at the children.

"Um..." Sparrow began.

"Sorry?" Robin finished.

Cheshire saw the light in Dick's eyes. She knew that he knew. And she had to kill him for it. It had always been her plan. But, first, she needed to know where the Kryptonite was... Well, the blondie could tell her-

BlackHawk and Speedy were both loaded up with food packets, water, and medical supplies. "Ready?" BlackHawk asked, trying to hide the nervousness in his voice. Kid Flash grabbed Robin's hand in his left, and Sparrow's in his right. The blonde girl was shaking in her boots, while Robin was frozen stiff. Both held tightly onto Kid Flash's fingers.

"Ready," the speedster croaked.

"Ready," Wraith and Batgirl squeaked in unison. To Wraith and BlackHawk's fury, Speedy grabbed Batgirl's forearm gently, offering a comforting squeeze.

In a flash of blue, the group was gone.

So, Cheshire raised her sai, holding it tenderly above the boy's neck. His eyes were glazed over as the memories rushed through his brain. He wouldn't even feel it...

Three guards ran around the corner and saw the five kids. One of them shouted, "Intrusos!" loudly, then fired.

Batgirl pushed Sparrow and Robin back just as one fired his Glock. It hit her shin, and she went down with a cry. His eyes blazing, Wraith went at the man. He knocked him over as Kid Flash downed the other two.

His fists tight, the small metal implants under the fabric screaming, he began to beat the man's face heartlessly. "You... Bastard!" he screamed and punched his lights out.

"Wraith!" came a small voice.

Wraith still beat the man.

"WRAITH!" the same voice screamed.

His eyes were unfocused, his mouth open in a small gape, like you would see on one of those corny movies where some amnesic person finally remembers the love of their life or some chiz-

"Ras..."

The old man had Batgirl in one arm, held tightly to his chest, a knife held to her throat. An evil glint was in his eyes. "Put down your weapons."

Time froze.

But she couldn't-

No.

She had to.

Or her father would kill her-

Using the cape as a glove, Artemis picked up the rock and wrapped it in the fabric. She wound it up, then pulled the flower out of her hair and stuck it in the fabric to pin the make-shift bag shut. Crouching back down to Robin, she had tears in her eyes. "Richard, they will hurt me for this... They will take away all of my memories..." She blinked, then kissed Robin's forehead. Looking back to his face, she smiled weakly. "Use this flower to find me again, Richard. I look forward to meeting you and Blaine as elders."

The hand that gripped her sai grew white with the immense pressure it was enforcing.

BOOOOOOOOOM!

Shrapnel and sparks flew, blowing the Dark Knight and the ghost-child forward. Terrence was fine with his uniform on, but Batman, no longer having his gloves, boots, or cape, felt the sparks burning his skin. A bit of shrapnel dug into his back, and he landed on top of Wraith protectively.

The flames died down, and Green Arrow and Captain Marvel ran forward, helping both up.

Wraith turned a frightened face towards the building. "I know they made it out- they had to have..."

Batman said nothing.

Dick's eyes came back to a focus, and he swore when he saw Cheshire's sai. He had cheated death once before- many times before, actually- and he could do it again.

Jumping up, Dick turned a 180 and kicked the tiny knife from Jade's hand. She grinned, jumping away to grab it, and crouched on the floor, held up by her fingertips and toes. "Oh, Robbie-poo... So you do remember..."

Dick growled, his anger completely drowning out his wound. With a loud battle-cry, the thirteen-year-old rushed his dance partner. The two traded blows, neither getting any certain hits, but a few close-calls. But, Dick was injured.

Cheshire liked to play dirty.

She feigned a right-hook, instead crouching down and grabbing his injured side, digging her thumb straight into the bullet wound. She went so far as to be able to feel the cold metal, and shoved it even farther into his gut. A scream ripped through the room, and then-

"What you did today was irresponsible, irrevocable, idiotic, and suicide."

"No other 'I'?" Terrence tried to joke. Blaine kicked him. "Ouch!"

Green Arrow stepped forward. "I know that you have had training, Roy, but you know better than this."

Roy felt anger boiling. At Ollie, at Dinah, at Ras, at Lex, and- at himself.

Flash, leaning on Arrow, spoke up. "Wally, you've only had your powers for a few weeks. You could have been killed, and your parents would never forgive me- not to mention your aunt- and myself."

Batman was breathing unevenly, trying to calm himself. He closed his eyes behind his mask. Then, he turned to Jason. "Don't think that because you got 'injured' I will not be as hard on you, Jason Holmes." The teen winced, as did the other Leaguers. Give him a break, Flash thought. He's still got blood-loss...

"Jason, you are the oldest and were supposed to be the most mature. I am very, very ashamed."

Batman turned to Barbara, who was squirming in her spot. J'onn had healed her leg, too, and the bullet was now in Batman's belt, ready to be sent to the lab. "Barbara Gordon, you are normally the level-headed one. I cannot believe that you would agree or assist to this suicide mission.

"Terrence Prince, you, too, should have acted more your age. I am ashamed of all three of you. Especially when you dragged Blaine and Richard into this-"

Dick snapped.

He stood sharply, his face the spitting image of anger (and of Batman). His little eyebrows were furrowed. "They didn't want us to come!" he cried out. "We made them bring us- even Jason was hesitant to let us come... at first."

"Hesitant?" Diana asked Canary, who was a bit 'drunk' and 'loopy'. She rolled her eyes.

"Bats... must read 'em the dictionary... to sleep..."

Dick wasn't done there, though. He marched straight up to Batman, seemingly unimpressed with the man's good four feet he had on the child. Dick scowled up at him and exclaimed, "We did good here! Me, Blaine, Terry, Barb, Jase- Roy and Wally, too!" The two red-heads smirked softly.

Blaine stood, coming up next to Dick. Batman tried to not be surprised. "Yeah!" she spoke loudly, crossing her arms over her chest. Dick followed suit. "We did good! We've trained for months, and we're uninjured, aren't we? Not as much as we can say for you guys-" (Oh yeah, she went there.) "-you're supposed to be the adults-"

"-The experienced heroes!" Dick piped in.

"-And you got your butts kidnapped so that we had no choice but to come and save you!"

Everyone (even Batman by this time) stood, eyes wide, jaws dropped, at the two 'twins'. Blaine locked an arm around Dick's shoulders, and he did the same around her waist. Dick spoke firmly, "We deserve to be heroes. We've earned the right- we should have earned your respect today! But apparently not..." His voice died with the last part, his face softening an inch. Then, it firmed. "Basically, we're not gonna stop-"

Roy stood to join the kids. He put a hand on either's shoulder. "So get on board," he snapped.

The others joined, Jason a bit woozy.

Even so, though, he was able to retort to the stunned silence, "Or get out of our way."

The door slammed inwards, and in charged-

Cheshire pulled away, snarling, Dick's blood and flesh under her fingernails and tinting her fingerless gloves. Batgirl stood in front of the Cat, in a battle-crouch, a snarl upon her lips- what you could see of her face- and with a sharpened bat-a-rang in her hands.

"Back off, Jade."

Jade howled with eerie laughter, making Richard flinch.

"Oh, Barbara, deary-" Batgirl's eyes widened under her mask "-This is just the beginning." Cheshire began to play with her sai again, scooping up her mask and replacing it. Then, Red Arrow appeared at the door, a blood-covered blonde in his arms.

Cheshire scowled beneath her mask. "A bit too interesting, though."

Then, before anyone could react, she had grabbed up something from her belt and thrown it on the ground. Green smoke ran all around the room, and Batgirl maneuvered herself to where her cape covered Richard. The smoke cleared, and Cheshire was gone.

Barbara tore off her cowl, pulling Dick to face her. He had a bit of blood above his right eyebrow, from a scrape beneath his black bangs. His left eye was swollen and purple, already turning a bit black. Not to mention the bullet in his side, pouring forth blood from his tanned abdominal.

Swearing a string of words so colorful, Roy even blushed, Barbara pulled out some gauze and messily wrapped it around her little brother's wound. She stood, bringing him with him.

That's when Dick got a good look at Blaine.

She had several stab-wounds in her arms and legs, but (Thank God...) none in her torso. Both of her eyes were covered with black, showing her broken nose clearly. Her shirt was torn and dyed red, the same for her skirt and socks. She was missing one shoe, her hair matted and tangled against a pale face- far, far too pale.

Robin leaped over a few dumpsters, seeing BlackHawk and Wraith crouched over in the alleyway. "Guys, what- Oh my G- Oh God..."

Sparrow's right arm looked mangled, almost torn off her body. Her face was covered in so many scratches that Robin could hardly tell his twelve-year-old sister from Freddie Kruger. Her emergency comm unit lay, forgotten, next to the rapid trail of red leaking into a drain five feet away.

BlackHawk saw Robin and stood, pulling the ten-year-old away sharply. "NO!" Robin screamed, trying to tear away- but the older male was too strong. "NO! NO, BLAINE!"

"BLAINE!"

Roy pulled the girl's body out of Dick's view. "She's alive," he quickly relayed, walking towards the door. Barbara pulled her cowl back up and helped Richard limp out. "But she needs medical attention- now. Cheshire didn't use her poisoned sais- I guess she thought the blood-loss would get rid of B easy."

Batgirl looked ready to slap her boyfriend to an oblivion. She hissed something at him, which Dick didn't catch. He was reminiscing...

Everything was hazy, but he could just see Superboy's sleeping form next to him, in a chair next to his hospital bed in the Mountain. His chest ached, and he felt as if he had been shot- Oh. That's exactly what had happened.

He sat up, a bit too quickly, and swore. "Luthor-"

"Is gone by now."

BlackHawk stepped into view, a small smirk on his features. Robin grinned as his big brother crossed over and sat at the foot of the bed, putting a hand on his knee. "Someone wanted me to give you this."

He handed his foster-brother a crumpled up sheet of notebook paper. On it read, 'And the Sparrow will fly again one day, her Robin by her side.'

Robin grinned and looked up, but Jason was gone.

They darted down a hallway, Dick getting slower and slower with every step. The blood-loss was finally getting to him. And Batgirl could tell.

She scooped him up into her arms, frightened when no snarky retort came. "Dickie, just hang on. Okay? Can you do that-"

They ran past the elevator, stepping over unconscious guards and shattered weapons. "Hang on, Dick-"

"She- she knew..." he hissed, eyelids growing heavy.

Roy kicked the front door, making it snap open. The threesome (foursome, technically) made their way towards a small bundle of trees off to the West, towards Gotham.

"What?" Batgirl asked, clearly confused. Roy quickened his pace to get to the forest, under cover. They reached it easily, and the archer crouched down into the brush. Barbara (she had again taken her cowl off) set Dick down, and took Blaine into her arms. To the young woman's relief and anguish, a pained gasp came from the blonde's lips. Though her eyes remained shut.

"S-She knew..." Dick hissed again, black spots appearing over his eyes. "C-Cheshire... She knows who we- who we are..."

Roy froze, turning slowly to face Barbara. The female didn't react, only turned to her red-headed boyfriend and snapped, "Call the 'Tower. We need two gurneys and four beams- Now."

Roy did as he was told.

And, in a flash of blue, they were gone.

….

Martian Manhunter, Flash, and Superman were all right next to the tele-pad when the four made their entrance. Though looking terrified and shocked at Dick's and Blaine's apparel, they bolted into action. Flash grabbed Blaine into his arms, transferring her to a gurney, and Superman did the same for the unconscious boy. J'onn flew them off at a record speed, Batgirl following behind.

Red Arrow turned to Flash and Superman, who were about to bolt off as well. "Wait! Dick said that Cheshire knew their identities- And I haven't heard from Bruce at all. Neither has Barbara- she would have told me."

Flash paused, his jaw going slack. "Da**..." In a sharp flurry of red, he was over at the transporter dock. "Supes, get ready to land in the Bat-Cave. Alright?"

But Superman was already on the pad. He turned to Red Arrow. "Coming, Roy?"

….

"Terry..."

Someone was saying his name.

"Terrence..."

Someone was shaking him.

"Terrence!"

Someone was being very annoying. He was trying to sleep, here- Oh, holy frickin' crap.

Terrence's eyes shot open, and he gasped deeply, trying to sit up. But he found himself stuck on the floor, his stupid back not cooperating- like normal. Speaking of his back, the nerves were doing their 'happy-dance' again. He needed more meds-

Holy frickin' crap!

Roy, his blue eyes full of worry, sweaty red hair sticking to his forehead, was shaking the younger teen's shoulders. "Terrence! What the Hell happened?"

But Terrence's mouth was dry. He could remember everything, see everything, but-

"Jason!"

Roy helped Terrence sit up, lean against the rock wall. Alfred zoomed over, a small welt on his forehead with a bit of blood around it- but not much else. "Master Jason is well- his Kevlar stopped the bullet."

Roy cocked an eyebrow. "Bullet? Who shot him?"

"Cori."

Alfred and Roy looked at Terrence incredulously. Then, Alfred spoke. "Master Terrence, I do not believe that Miss Coraline-"

"She did, Alfred!" Terrence protested, rubbing his sore back. "She's not blind, either! Those must have been contacts or something- because she had brown eyes."

Then, everyone realized that another presence had joined theirs.

There stood Jason, his face downcast and mouth open slightly. Terrence gasped. "Jay, Jay, she really-"

"Can it, Prince."

Jason turned sharply, his back to the three. Superman stood in front of him, floating in the air, looking uncomfortable at the current predicament. "Um... Right... Blaine and Dick are at the Watchtower, and I just got in touch with Bruce. He should be there by now. The Team are all at Mount Justice- they're a bit worried-"

"Who the Hell wouldn't be?" Terrence burst, growling at the end of his question. Roy picked up the teen and carried him to his knocked-over wheelchair, righting it and setting him in.

Superman bristled slightly. "They both lost a lot of blood, and it's still shaky for Blaine- but Dick is going to be fine. Just a couple of sore ribs for a while."

Terrence swore again, under his breath. "What happened to Blaine?"

….

Bruce sat next to his daughter, his eyes hard and cold, unforgiving and filled with rage. Dick sat next to him, still in his hospital nightgown, his black hair in a messy array. Tears filled the young vigilante's eyes, but Bruce knew his youngest son would never cry in front of his father-figure. He hadn't since he was eleven, since the night that Terrence had been paralyzed.

Speaking of Terrence, the dark-skinned teen sat at the foot of the bed, his hands on the metal bar, seemingly trying to snap it in two. Batgirl and Red Arrow were being treated for a few bruises and scrapes in the next room over. And the Team had been beamed up to visit their two injured members. (To Bruce's obvious glee. Whoopty-doo.)

M'gann was crying- duh- and Connor was trying to console her. The clone looked very unsure as the Martian girl before him wept openly. Artemis was sitting in a temporary wheelchair, her hand tightly clasped in Wally's. The speedster was tapping his foot so fast that almost no sound came forth, while also chewing on the inside of his cheek. Kaldur stood at the door, half in the room, half out. Jason was sitting on the hospital bed over, shirtless, with his torso wrapped tightly. His face was a mask of pure anger- intense rage. He still couldn't believe that Coraline... That she could be involved with those- those people that hurt his baby sister...

Blaine was hooked up to at least fifteen different machines, twenty IV's, fifty blood-bags, and trapped under ninety-five hundred blankets. Her pale face was calm, serene, her white-blonde locks falling in almost a halo around her head. A tinge of black still stained her lips, but they were mostly pale. And her snowy lashes still fell delicately over her cheeks.

Then, onyx eyes flickered open.

Dick was the first to react.

"Blaine!"

She smiled ever-so weakly at him, her chapped lips breaking. "H-Hey, Little R..."

Bruce took in a shaky sigh and smiled gently, cupping the girl's face in his hands. "How do you feel?"

She shrugged slightly, but winced at the movements. "Okay." At his arched eyebrows, Blaine reiterated. "Alright, maybe a bit of a sting- but I'll be fine."

Wally zoomed forward, grinning ear-to-ear. "OhmyGodBlaine! Wethoughtwelostyou-"

Artemis wheeled forward and smacked the back of her boyfriend's head. The teen whimpered, then shot the archer a glare, which she returned ten-fold. Then, Artemis faced Blaine. "Hey, girl. I'll take Ginger out of your way. Get better."

With nothing else said, Artemis dragged Wally out of the room (yes, even in a wheelchair). Connor smiled, waving slightly, while M'gann flew over, grabbing onto the younger girl's hand. She was so excited that she began to speak in Martian. "V'rutek ahs burgmorf anptm oh gahn!"

"Uh..."

Dick snickered as he gently too M'gann's hand away from Blaine's. "She's fine, Miss M. She just needs some rest..."

The green-skinned girl nodded, sending a tearful smile to the blonde as Superboy led her out. Blaine waved, and then-

Barbara, her cowl down to reveal tear-tracks, leaped onto the edge of the bed and began to kiss Blaine's face rapidly. When she was done, she did the same for Richard (even though she had already done it about ten times already) then began to kiss Blaine again. Bruce rolled his eyes at Barbara's antics, but was secretly wishing he could be as open as his older daughter.

Terrence began to cry light tears of joy, his green-brown eyes crinkled into half-moons as his lips curved upwards slightly.

Jason, momentarily forgetting his ex-fiance, stood and crossed over (shakily and limping) to both of his littlest siblings. Taking Dick in one arm and Blaine in the other, he gently hugged them, sending warmth over each teens' bodies. "I'm glad you're okay," he said softly to Dick, then turned to Blaine. "You, too, little Sparrow."

She smiled, and Dick beamed.

They sat there, one big happy family, for almost half an hour until Blaine and Richard both grew tired. The ebony yawned first, making him look a lot like how he had when he was just a little boy- the eight-year-old that Jason would dress up and Barbara would read stories to. So, Bruce lifted Richard into the bed next to Blaine, where he curled up like a kitten and was asleep in moments. Bruce ordered all of his children out of the room, and, after much debate, they all left, heads down.

Blaine yawned loudly, her eyes flickering as she fought to stay awake. Bruce kissed her forehead, then turned out the main lights. "Don't be long, Harper."

Blaine was shocked that she hadn't realized Roy was there.

But, the archer was. He nodded to Bruce obediently and took a slow step forward. Blaine nodded, and he continued the process until he was standing next to her bed. Being silent, as to not wake up Dick, Roy stroked the boy's hair. A short whimper sounded, but then, Dick's pained face relaxed. He leaned into Roy's touch, a soft smile on his face. The archer pulled the scratchy blankets off of the bed, making Blaine shiver. Her body was practically naked, besides her white briefs and the bandages strapping her chest. Not looking at her indecently, Roy pulled a thick quilt out of thin air and laid it over both small bodies.

Dick settled from his shaking and smiled, again curling into his big sister. The action reminded Blaine that- even thought they were the Tandem Twins- Richard was still only thirteen.

Roy must have thought of this, too, because he gave a heavy sigh. "He's a kid."

"I am, too."

Roy looked up, smirking gently. "Yeah, but you're an older kid."

"And a girl, so that kind of even the scales, right?"

"What ever happened to feminism?"

Blaine rolled her eyes, waving her hand in the air. "Naw, that's Barb. And that's why you'd best be good to my sister, because we won't kick your butt- she will."

The archer rolled his eyes, but said nothing. It's true...

"I'm sorry."

The declaration shocked Blaine. "W-What?"

"I'm sorry I was too late. I'm sorry I've been so distant from you guys. I'm sorry I've been such an a-"

"Roy," came a soft, tired voice. It was Dick.

The raven-haired young teen sat up, rubbing his side. "Dude. Don't get all mushy. It's water under the bridge. Okay?"

"But, I-"

"Roy. Stop being such a wuss."

The indignant expression that crossed Roy's face made the Twins wish they had cameras with them. Then, he grinned- as much as the PMS-y archer could. "Alright. Goodnight, kids."

"G'nite, Rolo," came Dick's reply.

"Goodnight, Roy," came Blaine's.

Then, they both fell asleep, holding each other.

….

Slowly, he crept into the room. The way she was simply laying there in Robin's arms, her face so calm, so... serene... It soothed his worries about her health. Hoping not to awaken her, he took a soft step forward. When neither teen stirred, he took another. Then another... And another... And another... Until he was standing right in front of the bed.

Gently, he stooped down to let his lips gently brush against her cheek.

As he left, he didn't see her smile.

...

"Do you have it?"

She bowed deeply, her shaggy black hair bouncing slightly. "Yes, Master..."

Ras turned, smiling. "Good. Now to gather the others."

Wow. That was long and very Blaine-centric. SORRY!

So...

OMFREAKINGG? Coraline was evil? Coraline iiiiisssss EVIL? Who kissed Blaine? What about the Kryptonite? AUGH! TOO MANY QUESTIONS!

Howabout an answer?

"A penguin wearing a 'The Flash' costume!"

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