FudoTwin17: Hey, guys. It's been a while. ^^ Well, I'll get on with it. I have two pulled muscles in my back and the next week I'll be on a youth trip with my church to help rebuild and help tornado victims in Missouri. I really hope I can help a lot without making my back worse. Okay, I love you all for reviewing and I don't want to keep you from your chapter. Both Dreams2Paper11 and Batmanfan2400 gave requests that I think are really fun ideas and I kinda wanted to squish them together since I got the perfect idea for this! On to the chapter. I don't own Young Justice!

Touched by Pain

"Refuse?" His oily voice seemed to slide over the boy in front of him. "You refuse my offer?"

"Yeah." Replied the black haired boy, eyes dark and gloomy behind the mask. Robin, the boy wonder was the one who stood there before the dangerous villain who eyed him with such an icy blue eye that Robin worked to keep his cool outlook. The man was insane.

This man, Deathstroke the Terminator, wanted him, Robin, to come work for him. Become his apprentice. In Robin's book, that was sick to a whole new level.

"I suppose I will have to convince you then." His eye darkened, a very horrifying look to them as he approached the young boy.

Robin wouldn't deny that he was a bit worried as he took up a defensive stance. He was the first Robin, the partner to the dark knight, now official leader to Young Justice, and he was way outmatched. And he knew it.

Robin knew what this man was capable of. He had seen it even before his team went to investigate the whereabouts of the murderous psychopath. When the team went to investigate, Robin had set it up so that they could find the whereabouts, document anything they found, and then let the League know everything that they found out. Robin never expected that Slade would know of their mission and actually be there!

After the team lost brutally, Robin found himself waking up in a dark hideout with, well, absolutely no way of escape. Not that that was his immediate goal. Actually, he just had to get through this without going to the wrong side or dying.

"You know, I have a feeling that you're not much of a sweet-talker." Robin told him, eyes dark as he felt a small presence in the back of his mind and smiled.

"You will be my apprentice." Stated Slade very clearly.

"I don't think so!" Robin blinked. He hadn't said that. Looking behind him, he smirked. Batgirl, Zatanna, Rocket, Superboy, Miss Martian, Aqualad, Kid Flash, and Artemis all stood there, awaiting Robin to order them to attack or Deathstroke to make the first move.

A smirk made it's way to Robin's face. "Took you long enough."

Deathstroke seemed to be trying to glare them to death. "I destroyed your trackers."

"But not my belt." Robin replied. "It is a tracker. Batman thought it would be a rather good idea and it seemed to come in handy this time, didn't it, Slade, old pal?"

Slade rushed toward Robin and the boy wonder flipped out of the way so that the rest of the team got a good shot. Batgirl kicked the guy in the face, or mask, anyway, anger seemingly taking it's toll. Slade could easily win that battle, making Robin's eyes narrow in wonder.

That's when Superboy ran at him and Robin realized why he hadn't attacked Batgirl. "Superboy! Don't-"

Too late.

The masked man pulled out a small, glowing object. It's green glow seemed to affect Superboy as he gasped and fell backward. This wasn't good. Immediately going into action, Robin pulled a smoke bomb from his belt and threw it, causing a ghostly mist to cover the area.

It was barely a minute before Robin had pulled Superboy out of the mist and had him propped up against a large machine with levers and bars controlling something that Robin couldn't care less about with the kryptonite securely in his now retrieved belt. Just as Superboy was starting to come to, a smooth voice spoke behind him.

"You know, I suppose I didn't need such a rebellious pupil anyways. But you could pose a threat one day. Too bad." Robin spun around just in time to see the jagged tip of one of the metal bars rushing toward him.

Robin just let out a small choking sound, one hand flying to his impaled chest as the other helped him fall to a seated position. There was a distinct wetness there. When he looked at his shaking hand, it was red with blood. Just like that, pain seemed to flood through him. No, not pain, agony. He fell back, feeling two hands stop his decent.

"Robin!"

His world began to darken into nothingness, pain making his breathing labored. "S-Supey."

"ROBIN!"

And everything went black.

. . .

Zatanna patted Robin's forehead with a wet cloth as he moaned from fever. After Conner had brought him to the rest of them, heartbeat beginning to fade, they rushed to the mountain. It turned out that the metal bar that they had to remove from his chest was rusty. Very rusty. He barely survived the attack and, even then, five days after the fact, he was finally beginning to lose the temperature.

Through that entire time, Conner had been right by his side, not sleeping, showering, or even eating. It had only been a few hours before that Barbara had finally gotten him to get some well deserved rest.

Which brought up another issue.

Barbara and Zatanna themselves had been constantly at his side, practically fighting over him. Right behind her, Zatanna knew that Barbara was leaning against the wall. She could just see her, leaning there in her black skinny jeans and leather jacket, eyes behind the sunglasses trained on Robin.

"You know, I think that he'll be fine with just one of us in the room." Zatanna growled.

"I see we understand each other." Barbara replied, fake politeness in her voice as she went to sit on his other side. "Don't worry, Zatanna. He'll be fine while you're gone."

Zatanna's eye twitched. "I don't think leaving him with you would be a responsible thing to do."

"Oh, really?" Asked Barbara, glaring through the glasses.

"Really." Replied Zatanna.

"Like it'd be a good thing to leave him alone with you, miss perfect caregiver!" Exclaimed Barbara angrily.

"Yeah it would be, you smart mouthed freak!" Growled Zatanna moving the cloth to the side of the bed as she gave Barbara her full attention.

"Smart mouthed freak? That the best you got?" Asked the bat as she stood, outrage obvious in her stance.

"Not in the least, wannabe Batman." She growled, dropping the wet rag as she stood.

"Miss magic. What? Going to magically make him fall in love with you after you play the beautiful nurse that takes so much time bringing him back to full health?" She growled.

"I don't need magic to do that, little miss perfect." Zatanna retorted. "What? You can't even get the guy?"

"At least I know his secret identity, little miss I wish, I get." Snarled Barbara.

"Ooh! Big deal! I bet he doesn't even look your way when you try to talk with him. He's not interested in girls bellow his league, little detective. Or can you not even figure that out?" Zatanna gloated.

"He's my best friend! I know him, a liberty you wish you had! Oh, I guess you don't get everything you wish for, reject magician." Barbara growled, her voice slightly raising.

"Stalker! That's probably why they let you become Batgirl! You stalked him, found out, and blackmailed him and Batman into letting you join the party! Tell me this, does your mother know you're a stalker?" Zatanna's hateful glare was so intense that she didn't even see the look of pain that crossed Barbara's face.

"I bet your dad would be so disappointed in you!" She yelled, anger blazing and making her forget what she was saying. "To find out how much you failed him!"

Tears sprung to Zatanna's eyes as she glared a death sentence at Barbara. "You have no right to talk about my dad!" She yelled.

"And you have the right to talk about my mom?" Shouted Barbara. "No! You don't! Just get out! I don't even want to look at you!"

"You first!"

. . .

Everything was dark and comfortable behind his eyelids as he let himself stay in unconsciousness. It felt nice. But slowly and surely, he saw lightness in front of his eyes. His chest began to burn and he groggily cursed his resistance to so many drugs. All they did was make his mind fuzzy and his pain slightly less, well, painful.

"GET OUT!" A voice shouted right next to his ear. He groaned, although not enough to be noticed.

"I'M NOT GOING ANYWHERE!" Another voice made him flinch. Why couldn't people be peaceful and quiet for once?

"YOU'RE NOT DOING ANYTHING FOR ROBIN!" Robin's eyes cracked open, flinching at the horrible light above him as they flashed between the two girls.

"AND YOU ARE?" Goodness, their voices almost hurt worse than the pain in his chest!

Suddenly, he felt a pillow being moved from behind his head and watched as it flew across the room at Barbara. "WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!" Faintly, he felt the pillow land on the side of the bed. This was not going on any longer.

He sat up, flinching at the pain in his chest as the color faded from his face and just stared at the two girls as they quieted down and began cooing, telling him he should rest, lay down. He glared in response, succeeding in making both females flinch.

"Shut up." He stated simply. "I'm trying to sleep."

Both girls showed signs of shock as he struggled to lay back down.

"Oh, and could someone turn off the light?"

The light was quickly diminished as Robin closed his masked eyes, smiling. Finally, some peace and quiet.

. . .

FudoTwin17: Well, I hope you liked that. Well, since I'll be gone for a while, it's prime time for you guys to leave requests. :D Okay, I've got to start packing. Plus I want to update something else before I go. I hope you liked it and I also hope that you don't mind that I put two requests together. I love you all! Bye! REVIEW!