FudoTwin17: Yo, dudes. I had a rough day and just need to write. My leg and hip (I pulled a muscle in it from using my crutches wrong) are killing me (ha ha! Punny), and I just wanna write. Really I have enough homework that my GPA will be dropping by at least three points, but I don't care right now (I will later, though). I hope you guys enjoy this. Oh, and though I'm going to do the request from XxBatgirl-RobinxX, I got this idea a million years ago and I REALLY wanna write it now. So here we go. Oh, and I still love requests. It makes my day when I read a review and see that you guys want me to write something. It makes me smile. Anyways, I don't own YJ. Oh, and a warning; the beginning is dark. Along with the middle. And some of the end. To tell the truth, though, this was meant to be light. Goodness! Me and my angst! Feel free to skip it if it's too dark.

Don't Take What Isn't Yours

Batman angrily typed at the computer in front of him, angry that he was stuck in Mount Justice as he searched for the child that had become a son to him. When Young Justice hadn't returned from a routine mission, Batman had found himself coming after his team. They were all extraordinary, talented heroes and had proven themselves many times, but they were still kids. He had to at least check on them sometimes.

So when Batman had appeared at the scene of the crime (literally), he had been stopped by the gruesome sight before him. The team-the team was down.

Artemis was the closest. Batman noticed her first for that reason alone. She was sprawled on her back, messy blond hair spilling around her along with broken arrows and her quiver, bloodstained and torn to shreds. Her lip was split and her cheek was bruising in an abnormal line that made Batman suspect that she had been smacked with her own bow (that was mysteriously missing). Her clothes were torn and there were various bruises littering her body. Worst, though, was the sight of her arms. They were twisted and disturbing at her shoulders, obviously having been wrenched out of her sockets to the point that they were laying above her head.

Though compared to the others, Batman could tell that she had been spared compared to the teammate next to her.

Wally laid beside her. Though he had already begun to heal, Batman could see the nightmares he had gone through. He had healing and healed cuts all over his body. His legs had been broken in at least six different places and had already begun to heal in a state that Batman knew he would have to have broken again to fix. His body was hardly covered by his costume, torn and ripped. His skin was discolored and where skin wasn't colored crimson, it was blue and black. His fingers had all been broken and begun healing as well. Beneath it all, Batman could see lumps beneath abnormally placed bandages. There were sixteen bandages, sixteen bumps jutting out from within his skin unnaturally.

Tossed down a bit away was Kaldur. The boy had been tossed on his side. It was obvious that he had broken several ribs and his arms. There were small but painful wounds all across his gills that Batman knew would heal painfully. His shirt was gone and his pants were cut away. The shining symbol at his waist identifying him as partner to Aqua man was crushed in front of him. There were boils covering his chest, arms, and legs along with burns and cuts. Visibly, the boy was shaking, though unconscious.

By him were Conner and M'gann. They had been carelessly thrown on top of one another. It caught Batman off guard that they weren't as visibly injured, though they still didn't look good.

Megan laid with her legs thrown over his chest. Her clothes seemed to have changed to a full body suit to better protect her, though it was still worse for wear. There were a few obvious burns all over, looking painful but not too bad.

Conner himself wasn't that bad. Actually, Batman wasn't sure if he could find a single cut on the boys body, though his leg seemed to have been ripped from the socket. Around his neck was a single shard of kryptonite. It obviously was the reason that he was still injured.

Silently, Batman was glad he hadn't sent the other three. Rocket had had to work on a school project and had opted out. Zatanna and Barbara had needed a serious talking to about their objectives.

Speaking of their unapproved of objective, Batman had noted with a sense of dread that Robin was not with the team. Not only was he not there, but he was the only one missing.

The first thing the Bat had done was call the League and tell them it was an emergency and that he needed the mentors to Detroit, Michigan immediately with medical aid. Then he had went about healing injuries.

He'd popped Conner's leg back in and pulled off the kryptonite first, thankful the only noise he made was a quiet groan. Second, he had set Kaldur and Megan on their backs next to him. He'd made sure to move Kaldur's face to the side to make sure that if Kaldur coughed up blood he wouldn't drown in it. Then, he had made his way to Artemis. He twisted her arms to a correct position first, not wincing when she screamed, half-conscious. She fought him, but he pushed down on her wrist and she hissed in pain. It was thankfully long enough for him to pop in one of her arms. She screamed again, falling back into unconsciousness. He had popped her other arm in quickly and lined her up with the others.

When it got to Wally, Batman had to take a breath. It was obvious that he had taken the worst beating. He had taken longer to treat the others first for the simple reason that he hadn't wanted to face his son's best friend.

Batman's frown deepened. There was nothing in the room that he could use to set the boys worst injuries. The only things in the room were the remains of Artemis's weapons, all too broken and stained to be useful. Quickly, Batman undid one of the bandages to reveal a nauseating scar that didn't belong there. He slit it with a batarang, worrying slightly when Wally didn't even stir, and pressed. He wasn't shocked when the lump underneath the skin moved and out came a bloody ball.

He frowned, wiping the blood off to examine it. It was a capsule-or was a capsule. It appeared to be metal, a cheap kind with metallic powder on the inside. Realization hit him quickly.

Wally's healing powers and metabolism were being used against him. The metal had been slowly broken down on the inside, sending the new "food" as the teen needed food for energy. The metal, however, once the beginning of digestion began, a nightmare would begin. It would get in everything. His bloodstream, his organs, and elsewhere. And as it wasn't something the human body was supposed to consume, he it would cause him extreme pain as it infected every part of his insides, torturing him even after the initial torture-the initial beating had ended. If it weren't for his meta abilities, he would have died.

With that in mind, Batman rushed to pull a bag out of his belt and place the metal bit inside. He quickly began removing the others. The Leaguers had appeared when he was on number ten. Wally had woken up on number twelve.

His uncle had made the mistake of trying to grab his hand, which was broken severely. Wally screamed, sending his uncle into near hysteria.

Batman used his softest Batman voice to soothe him and get Wally to focus. He asked him where Robin was. It was cruel to submit the boy to it, but with the rest of the teens being removed from the scene and the doctor waiting for him to remove the rest of the capsules, it informed Batman of what happened and of where Robin was.

Hissing in pain, the kid had described how they had all infiltrated the warehouse they now resided in only for nothing but a lone man waiting for them to invite them in. He had made remarks about Robin that had set the team on edge (remarks that Wally refused to describe) and how Conner lost his cool and attacked the man. It was then that he placed the kryptonite on him and popped out his leg. Wally described how the whole team went after him after that and all were incapacitated. Wally described how the man had threatened Robin, claiming that he wanted Robin to suffer. So he began to torture the team, Wally the worst as it was too apparent before that they cared for one another. Once Robin had convinced the man that he didn't care about them at all, the man had picked him up and carried him away. Wally had tried to follow with Artemis and that was when his legs were broken and her arms savagely twisted out of their sockets. Batman had kept impassive through the entire story, but he could tell that Barry wasn't doing well.

After getting out the last bulge, he warned the two Flashes and the doctor of the upcoming (if not already present) pain.

Then he got to work. Unfortunately, his lead had gotten away from him when he had had to stop the Joker who hadn't even been put in his cell again before he escaped.

Thus, Batman had returned to the cave. The partners had been returned so that their teammates could watch over them and all the heroes could have them in a safe, secure area where they could heal and deal together.

It was the first time Batman had returned to the cave that it happened. He had tried to leave and everything shut off. However, a light had appeared in the darkness. On the television in the main room of the cave was their friend.

Robin had been chained to a metal slab, his arms and legs stretched to the limit and sweat beading on his forehead. The boy had been stripped down to his Batman boxers, all his scars visible, though he still wore his mask. His eyes were closed behind the mask, his head bowed, as if trying to hide something.

By then everyone had appeared and gathered around the television despite their physical or psychological pain including all members of the team, Black Canary, Red Tornado, and Batman. They all were weary, yet they stared at their youngest with renewed vigor.

And then he stepped into the video. The man was huge with red hair and huge brown eyes. His smile was wicked and sick, and his fingers twitching anxiously as if he wanted to hit something-squeeze something.

Batman recognized him immediately. "Jeremy, release Robin."

He smirked. "I don't think so." He stated simply with a sly grin. "Batman, because of you, my son is dead. I'm going to return the favor."

"It has nothing to do with Robin." Growled Batman desperately.

"Oh, but it has everything to do with him." Smirked the man, picking up a remote control and bouncing it in the palm of his left hand. "I'm going to make sure that you never get your son back."

Right before he pressed a button on the remote control, Wally shouted. "Wait!" As the man paused to look at the boy he had beaten and tortured just weeks before, Wally's voice dropped. "What do you me-mean? How is Batman responsible for your son's death?"

The man smiled maliciously and Wally's hands began to shake. He wished Roy was there. Oh, he wished that Roy was there! He needed the older red by him to steady him. He needed to hear the man cuss out the disgusting monster on the screen just as he needed to save his best friend.

The man's amusement seemed to make the entire group tense. "Why, you didn't tell them, Batman? What a shock." His smile was too pleasant. It sent chills up his spine. Trying to avoid letting himself show fear, he stared at his best friend. He didn't look up, as if trying to hide something. Somehow, that scared Wally worse than any monster on the street. "Batman was fighting with some man, Bane something or other when he realizes that there's a building behind him and he moved just as Bane collapsed the side of the alley. Of course, it's then that Darren, my thirteen year old boy, was caught underneath the rubble. He died in there. I've waited three long years for revenge, and Batman will feel my pain when I'm done. I won't let my little boy die in vain."

And he pushed the red button.

Robin gasped, trying obviously not to arch his back at the pain. His head leaned back, showing off a metal collar around his neck as he struggled not to scream and not to pull on his arms or legs as they were in danger of being ripped painfully from their sockets.

"Robin!" Shouted Megan, having lost her self-control. Conner grasped her arm, his eyes sad and angry as he watched his friend struggle. However, the sadist only chuckled at what he saw on the two-way screen, and pressed the button again. Robin bit his lip harder as blood began to drip down his chin.

"St-Stop!" Gasped Barbara. "Stop it! Leave him alone!"

The man arched an eyebrow, pressing another button on the control. Robin gasped as it ended, sucking in a deep breath. "So you want me to stop? Maybe you're right. I shouldn't electrocute him. After all, that's not how Darren died. Right, Batman?" The man's grin was extreme as he walked over to Robin. He pressed a hand over the boy's mouth, his other hand plugging his nose. "Isn't this how it happened?" He yelled, eyes enraged. "Didn't he suffocate under the pressure of the bricks? Wasn't there too little air?"

Batman sucked in a breath, watching in horror as his son's panting was abruptly cut off. He watched as Robin shook, eyes squeezed shut behind the mask, scarred chest trembling with the shock of pain and the inability to breathe. "Get off of him!"

"Why?" The man asked as Robin's arms and legs began to tremble. "I took him so that I could kill him and so you could watch me do it." But then, a look crossed his face as he stared at Robin's flushed face. "Then again, his death should be worse. Something that will scar you forever. Something more painful."

As Jeremy released Robin, his breath came out in one huff after another. He was shaking and sweaty, his flushed face quickly returning to it's normal pale color.

"Please," Black Canary asked before the mad man could continue, "if you kill him, then you'll just be taking another life. He's the same as your son; his life being stolen unjustly." She stared at him, sadness on her face.

He stared back for a moment almost blankly. Just as the team began to feel a little hope, he began laughing an insane laugh, grinning. "You almost got me! HA! Just like my son?" His voice turned deadly innocent. "My son was innocent of all things. This boy is nothing compared to my son, but you still care about him. His life will never be worth the same as Darren's."

"Then why are you taking it?" Zatanna almost screamed, her voice shrill.

He smiled. "Because if I can't have mine, you can't have yours." With that, he pulled the remote back into his hand and let his thumb press a button. Immediately, Robin began to struggle, but the team didn't understand why until he nearly screamed.

A loud popping noise shocked the team before Robin cried out. Immediately, his body began trembling with a shock of pain. Three more pops could be heard before he screamed in agony. They watched as Jeremy pushed the button and ended the pulling apart of their teammate. He, however, shook with the tremors of the shock collar.

Jeremy chuckled. "Did that look like it hurt? Being pulling apart until his arms and legs were popped out of the socket? Or how about the part where every time he screamed, his dog collar shocked him?"

A broken sob interrupted the room. It didn't come from the bird, though. The team was shocked when Artemis shook with pained tremors. "Rob," Her voice broke, "You better stay traught."

The team looked at her in confusion as well as Jeremy from the screen. That was, until Robin looked up, a grin on his face. He grinned at the camera broadcasting his torture to the team and spoke, voice cracked and seemingly hurt. "Always, Arty. Always." The collar crackled, but Robin didn't make a sound, and when it released him, he was still grinning.

Jeremy immediately seemed angry. "Why you-"

However, before he could say another thing or even reach the boy, an eerie laughter filled the room. Everyone recognized it and felt the hair on the back of their necks rise. Jeremy froze mid-step as he looked around, frightened.

It was then that the Joker walked out of the shadows. "My, my! Haven't we been a bad boy!"

"Joker." Hissed the angry man at the clown.

The Joker smiled, his ruby red lips stretched into an evil grin. "Well! You didn't have to get me a birthday present! Yay! It's just what I wanted!" He jumped forward, a dark gleam in his eyes. Only Batman's eyes seemed to dart to the crowbar being clenched in his pale hands.

Jeremy scowled, pulling a knife out of his pocket. "Get out, clown. I have things to finish right now."

The man, despite having gone to Arkham with the pasty clown, appeared to not know him at all. The Joker gave a light pout. "So, does that mean no cake?"

Zatanna shook with anger as the psychopaths stared down one another. Their eyes were hard, though Joker's were abnormally giddy looking while the man who had taken her friend was looking absolutely furious. Her hands shook for a moment before she realized something.

Barbara was, out of the corner of her eye, sighing in relief. And Batman looked slightly less tense. She frowned in confusion turning back to the screen.

She watched as Jeremy turned away from the Joker, pulling out a carving knife from his pocket and approaching the boy wonder. The Joker's eyes darted to the knife before a snarl made it's way to his face. The knife met the boy wonder's skin. "Get out of here, clown." The team watched in horror as the skin on the boy's scarred stomach began to bleed. "I have a boy to burn and a bat to-Ugh!"

The team watched in shock as the Joker threw the man to the ground, bringing the crowbar back up to hit the man. They had never seen the criminal so angry, though it was true that they had only met him once (except in Barbara's case as she had met him a number of times). His anger seemed to fuel the continuous hits on his body, strong but pained.

Before long a crack and a scream rings out, but the Joker keeps going until the man is barely breathing. The Joker sneers, wiping away the blood from the metal bar in his hands with the beaten man's own shirt. "Never. Take. My. Stuff."

The Joker walked over to the camera and smiled, making the team along with Black Canary to recoil. "That goes for you to. Batman and the boy wonder are mine. I already called them. Anyways, tootles!" With that, the camera was smashed with the crowbar, making many in the room flinch as static filled the television once more.

After a long quiet moment, Megan began sobbing. She shook, pains from the still healing boils unable to stop her. Conner wrapped her in his arms and rubbed her back.

And just like that they could move again.

"Ba-Batman, why-why did he-" Zatanna couldn't seem to breathe, staring in horror at Batman before her eyes would dart back to Batgirl, who would shift uncomfortably every time she would be stared at.

"Gotham villains are abnormally possessive." Batman stated. "It was a back up plan-"

"Back up?" Questioned Kaldur'ahm, obviously distressed.

Batgirl spoke for the first time, her voice quiet. "You didn't think that Joker figured out that Robin was missing alone, did you?"

Black Canary along with the rest of the room's occupants stared at the man. Before he spoke, though, a noise like a loud dropping echoed through the cave. Everyone darted up, watchful and careful. They separated, one group remaining apprehensive at the television while the other followed Batman to the origin of the sound.

They found nothing.

Except the boy wonder.

Batman rushed to his side, pulling the boy into his arms. Bloodstained but alive, Batman pulled him into his arms. He caught his breath when he noticed the collar.

The team leaned in with baited breath as they stared at an ordinary dog collar. After running his hands along it, Batman found a piece of paper and unfolded it for the team to gag.

It was smeared, written in blood like finger-paints. Batman dropped it, instead rushing toward the infirmary, praying that the technology was up and running again so he could treat his son. Setting Dick down on a hospital bed, he began what would be torture.

Sincerely Uncle J. Happy birthday!

There was no way the Joker could have known it was his son's fourteenth birthday. No way . . . .

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FudoTwin17: Okay, and that was supposed to be light! Well, lighter, anyways. Hope you like it. Life hurts right now and my hand hurts as well from using them so much after that surgery a few months ago. I'm gonna take something and if I post something and it comes out crackish and you actually like it, you may want to save it, because I may remove after I'm not on drugs. Bye.