Robin dashed from street corner to street corner, stopping only to dump his communicator into the open backpack of a random pedestrian. Run… run… escape. He thought to himself, turning now into an alleyway to stop for a breath. Crouching down low amongst trashcans and dumpsters, he sulked. Am I the one at fault? Am I the broken one? The not real one? A clone…? If I am the fake one, then where's the real Robin? Is he dead? And who is he? Clearly he and I act pretty differently from each other, because they all saw right through me… assuming that this whole thing was real anyways. Ugh! Think now Robin! There must be a plausible explanation, something, anything. Maybe I am a clone… maybe I'm not. His heart thundered in his chest at the thought of his being fake, a copy. Nothing better than a counterfeit; illegal and undesirable. I just wish I knew… but it's not like I have some sort of a hidden magic computer on me to look any of this up. No, I'm on my own, I'll just have to… does it matter? I'm not real. Neither are the Titans! I've been wrong all along! I've completely lost my mind! But wait. Think now, just for a moment Robin, the one sensible part of his mind left told him, the part built in by Batman, the one that solved crimes and stopped bad guys. Think! Aqualad said that they had believed the DNA sample to have been destroyed. Kid Flash mentioned explosions. And Red Arrow was the first mole. First off, what idiot villain would try to use the same trick twice? Especially with Batman around? Second, from the sounds of it- that DNA sample had a pretty short life span. It was probably destroyed, and even if it had lived, like KF said, it would be damaged. Intermixed with, and he shivered at the thought, the DNA of Kid Flash and Aqualad. And based on the fact that he had no gills to speak of and not a trace of super speed (and he was pretty sure he had a soul, so no ginger side effects either), he couldn't possibly be their clone. Or anyone's clone for that matter.

He began to get back to his feet, heart-rate slowing with new found confidence. Cyborg, Beastboy, Raven, Starfire; his memories of them were all so real, so detailed, they couldn't have been faked. The Titans had to be real. He had to be real. This was the fake world; it was just trying to confuse him. But who made it? And why? There hadn't been a single trace of Britain for it to be Mad Mod's doing, and it was too detailed for Mumbo Jumbo or anyone else for that matter. No. It had to be a new villain, someone they hadn't encountered before. Someone good with computers maybe, someone who could create an entire world, like something out of the matrix. Well he would show them. He'd turn it off, the place had to have a main center of operations, they always did. So where was this ones? It would have to be someplace hard to reach, someplace that would be protected, defended. Suddenly he felt incredibly stupid. You gotta be kidding me, he thought to himself. I was standing right in front of it! Mt. Justice with its giant supercomputer! How the heck did I miss it? I'll just go there, bust the thing and then wake up! I just have to get there somehow…

His thoughts were broken by the sound of voices. Three very familiar, very undesirable voices. Robin ducked down beneath the trash bins; he could just make them out: Miss Martian, Superboy and Aqualad, still looking for him. Did the communicator plant slow them down at all? Clearly not. Can't let myself get caught, not now. Now I have a plan, now I have get to Mt. Justice and get back to the Titans. They could be in trouble, in the same situation I'm in now.

"Do you hear him Superboy?" Aqualad asked, glancing up and down the street apprehensively.

"You realize this is the city right? Hearing one human heartbeat in a crowd of thousands is like finding a lost chopstick in China" Superboy complained in response, "Now shut up, I'm trying to focus."

They're trying to draw me out, Robin thought to himself, otherwise they'd just use M'gann's telepathy. He can't really hear me, they just want me to think he can… right? Unless he can hear me and wants me to act stupid, to panic… battle strategy. Ugh, so complicated. So, which is it? Can he or can't he hear me? He waited, hand wrapping around the handle of an abandoned broom; the head had broken off. If he had to, he would fight. And he'd definitely win.

"There he is!" Superboy pointed down the alleyway, the others moved instantly.

"I see him!" Miss Martian said as Robin leapt back to his feet, firing his grappling gun up towards the roof.

"Not again!" Superboy complained loudly as Robin disappeared over the rooftops.

"Quickly! After him!" Aqualad ordered, "M'gann- fly after him, Superboy get onto that rooftop- I'll join you shortly!"

"Yea, as soon as you find a way up," Superboy snickered, bounding up and onto the rooftop, M'gann floating ahead of him. Come and get me, Robin scowled leaping from rooftop to rooftop, I'm ready. You're just some computer defense system yea? Well, sorry, but I need to get back to my team.

Unfortunately for him though, he ran out of rooftop. Turning around he saw the Martian flying at him, with Superboy not far behind. Down below, Aqualad was catching up, ready to snag Robin when he descended. He was completely surrounded. Well then, he thought snidely, they asked for it.

"Robin please! We don't want to fight you- just let me erase the Cadmus programming from your mind, everything will make sense then all right?" M'gann begged, landing in front of the Boy Wonder, moving forward slowly, carefully, as if he were a wild animal. Was she kidding? After she erases stuff from my memory? That's not happening. That'd probably be more like this mad computer game erasing me from the system.

"In your dreams" Robin said, knocking her back with the broom handle. She, understandably, retaliated.

"I'm sorry I have to do this Robin" She said, sending a psychic wave at him, which knocked him backwards. He looked back behind him and crud, he was running out of roof. Can't let her hit me like that again, I'll go right over! He dove at her, she's a floater just like Raven or Star, fight her the same way… He nailed her in the chest, knocking her to the ground. "Ugn!" She gasped.

"M'gann!" Superboy shouted jumping over towards Robin to stop him, only to be butted in the chest in mid-air, knocked literally off of the entire building. Ought to buy me some time. Robin thought to himself. Martian threw a punch at Robin, only to have it deflected by the metal-broom staff. Before she could attack him again, he knocked her in the head, successfully knocking her out, but she wasn't badly injured, Robin had standards, even for computer programs.

"Sorry, but I'm out of here," He said simply before running off again, this time in the opposite direction.

Where to Robin? He wondered to himself. Sure he knew he had to get to Mt. Justice but he had no idea where any other Zeta Tubes were. The obvious ones were at Wayne Manor and the one they entered Gotham from. Both of which would be heavily defended. Too bad I have no idea where any others are, again he wished that just for a second he had access to a computer, he could get into the Justice League files and find out for himself where the Zeta Tubes were located, but nope. He didn't. In the meantime, best idea would be to lay low and to get out of this darn uniform, it wasn't his and it made him stick out like a sore thumb. Clothes'll be a problem no matter what though, can't go into a store without giving away my location and I have absolutely no money on hand. Not even spare change. He could, probably, if he wanted to try and put it on some sort of a Justice League tab but that would really expose him. So for now, red and black jumpsuit it is. But where to? The Zeta Tube we entered with will probably be more heavily covered than the one at Wayne Manor, none of the league knows Batman's secret identity, so the only person he'd have to get through there is well, Batman. Great. He may as well be trying to teach Silkie not to eat the furniture. It was impossible. But he had to try, for the Titans. Besides, it's not like it was a real Batman- it was a fake one in a fake world. He'd be sloppy, choppy and at nowhere near the same level as the real thing. He could do this. Just how do I get there? A grin formed on his lips as he saw his means, time to catch the bus.

Ok Robin, worst idea ever. He thought to himself clinging to the top of the bus with only his Birdarang's holding him on. You just had to be sneaky didn't you. Oh no, you couldn't actually ride in the bus, no sir. You had to ride on top of it because someone might say 'Hey look! It's Robin!' and completely expose you. Stupid paranoid idiot! Ugh! He laid himself as flat as humanly possible as the bus went into a tunnel, only about four inches of head room above him. As the bus cruised along, his hand slipped from the Birdarang. Oh no! He grappled for it uselessly and slid back about a foot before he slammed down a second Birdarang. As his hand came down some sort of a holographic screen flicked up. What the heck? A magical hidden computer? He gawked staring at the thing as it relayed through everything from the presidential campaign to funny cat videos to… Castleville? Seriously? Where did this thing come from? And why now? From the looks of it, even inside the tunnel it had pretty awesome Wifi receptors. This would have been so much more useful about one bus and five rooftops ago, he thought to himself grimly. Now why's it in my glove? How is that practical? Wouldn't it flick on all the time during battle? Or couldn't it get smashed if his arm got grabbed by some seriously strong super-bad dude? And what if it got wet? What then? Clearly the 'real' Robin of this world was a complete idiot and hopelessly inept at even grasping basic tactical concepts.

The bus exited the tunnel, finally. Robin pulled himself up, grabbing the second Birdarang and grinning as he saw the 'Gotham City: Where life is worth living!' sign, polluted with years of graffiti that said things like 'Gotham City: Where crime is worth having!'. That's Gotham for you, there really was no city like it. I mean really, what city could deal with psychopaths who did everything from poison the air with giant plant monsters to hand out exploding umbrellas on the street (And people still take them?) other than Gotham? Fifteen minutes out of the city he leapt from the top of the bus, unnoticed by the passengers. At least, he hoped so; they probably noticed the Birdarangs sticking through the ceiling, but really, this WAS Gotham. What did they expect? Robin was feeling pretty good about himself, all he had to do now was get to Wayne Manor and into the Batcave. After that, it'd be smooth sailing for sure. Sure, he hadn't quite figured out how to turn off the holographic computer so it was still floating above his forearm like some sort of alien bracelet. And Wayne Manor was still a twenty minute walk off the beaten trail from here. But he didn't care, in fact he felt awesome, perfect even. He'd lost the Young Justice ages ago and even if they did come back, he could take them. Easy. He hurried along down the road, resisting the urge to whistle theme music; there was nothing- absolutely nothing that could keep him down.

Sometimes you just had to do things the old fashioned way. Which is why Robin had returned to the scene of the crime. No hacking, no computers, just the good old fashioned way. The fact of the matter was that he and Batman weren't just crime fighters, they were also detectives, and not just any detectives: the world's greatest detectives. So he returned to the Jump City Nuclear Power Plant and began investigating and searching for clues. Clues really weren't that hard to find, the fact of the matter is that giant purple ooze monsters were pretty sloppy about their crime scenes and while he didn't exactly leave fingerprints, there were purple ooze prints that would lead him right to Plasmus. I've got this all right, Robin grinned looking at the purple prints that lead out of the power plant, why we didn't just follow him in the first place… whatever.

He soon learned why. The rain had washed away quite a bit of the crud for one, for another, Plasmus was crazy. Sometimes he looped back to the same place like three times taking three different routes, sometimes it appeared that he'd jumped across entire city blocks, at one point Robin found himself following the path of what he thought might be a really giant game of hopscotch, the squares being four story buildings. Plasmus, he reflected, really has no brain to speak of. Or if he does it's simple, and selfish. He's only after food and pleasure. Sustaining himself while being entertained, and not caring who gets in his way, basic core of an evil heart. How could the Titans think I'm evil? He wondered to himself, stopping to scope out the next blob of purple muck. I'm a good guy, through and through… Maybe because they were only looking at me superficially, to look at me ficially, to see what's really there, might just be painful. I'm not their Robin, and never will be. I won't abandon Batman. And if I ever do leave him, well, I won't be Robin, I'll be someone else. Shaking his head he looked back and forth uselessly for another purple stain. Great, rain really isn't helping me here. It's either really far away or it's been washed away, what a disaster. Groaning to himself, he turned around and in doing so narrowly avoided being beheaded by a pink light beam. Instead it took out his left sleeve.

"Hey this is a rental!" He shouted, glaring up at the source of the pink energy beam. Standing above him on the rooftop of a slightly taller building were three freaks. The first was a dwarf with a thing for Doctor Octopus, the second was a giant with a dumb expression and thick biceps. The third and final reminded him vaguely of Raven, a pink haired girl who emanated dark power. He was fine with all this, they were obviously bad guys of some sort, what he couldn't figure out was how the heck the pink ones hair stayed up like that. Magic? Costume hair spray? What did it do when it was wet? Wait… it's raining. And staying up. Ok, clown hair spray for sure.

"A rental? What's snot face saying now?" The dwarf octopus asked his partners, arms crossed.

"Beats me- let's just catch him, Brother Blood will be pleased that we brought him Robin!" The pink one cackled, hands glowing with pink energy.

"Yea, and we'll be back at the top of the class!" The big one said cracking his knuckles. Class? Brother Blood? What were these freaks talking about? I do not have time for this. Plus, they totally just trashed other Robin's costume, not cool. Sure, it's already covered in purple slime, but to tear it? Not cool at all. Don't want to get other me mad that's for sure.

"Get him!" The pink one said, firing pink energy beams at Robin who promptly began to run.

"I do not have time for this!" He complained, firing his grappling hook at another building. As he was swinging away on it, a pink beam of energy hit the hook and- it slipped? Oh no! Suddenly he was falling wildly towards the roof. He saved himself though by doing a quick somersault in the air, landing dramatically on his feet.

"Don't have time for us? What a snot nosed creep!" The dwarf screamed, "After him!" Next thing Robin knew, he was surrounded on all sides by the three freaks. Seriously, who are these guys? Robin wondered, parlaying blows left and right, ducking out of the way from a punch from the big one which kept going and hit the shrimp instead. They promptly took to fighting eachother. "You crud butt!" "Argh! You freak!" "Why don't you watch where you're going?"

"Mammoth! Gizmo!" The pink one yelled angrily, "You idiots! Ugh, sometimes a girl just has to do things herself!" She took off after Robin, who had taken advantage of the distraction to escape. "Oh no you don't!" She said, firing an energy beam, which collided with his cape. His cape promptly wrapped itself about him, knocking him to the ground. Stupid cape, guess The Incredibles were right, he thought dully as he pulled himself back up. The pink one stood right in front of him, grinning wickedly from ear to ear.

"You really shouldn't have gone out without your little team," She laughed, grabbing him by the front of his shirt with one hand, the other hand gleaming wickedly with pink. All right, Robin, think fast now, you've been in worse situations than this…

"You really shouldn't have left your team behind," He shot back, holding up a bomb with his free hand. It was blinking.

"Gah!" She dropped him just as the bomb went off, knocking both of them backwards. He land on his feet, pink girl was not so lucky, she lay flat on her back.

"Right," Robin said, looking down on her, "If you don't mind, I'm busy being getting back to the aster" And with that he took off, cape swooshing dramatically behind him as he headed in the general direction Plasmus.

Plasmus as it would happen had found a new source of toxic sludge. The city dump, which for some mad reason had stacks upon stacks of old computers, cell phones, batteries and hybrid car engines just up for the taking. They were probably waiting to be recycled in an effort to save the planet; unfortunately they never got that far. Plasmus was pigging out; the pistons of a Prius lay out in front of him like a plate of spare ribs, with iphone guts sauce and a side of batteries. He was at least twice the size he'd been when the Titans faced him earlier; apparently you are what you eat, because all of the toxic crud he'd eaten had made him bigger. Robin wrinkled his nose at the repulsive stench, he'd gotten smellier too. Right then Robin, just gotta blast him from all sides and fast enough to keep him from healing. Easy. With that he launched himself at the beast, firing batarangs and bombs, circling around the beast so as to hit him from all sides.

"Boom," He said dramatically as he skidded to a stop, back turned from the explosion. Purple slime rained down on him everywhere and he felt pretty traught, after all, he'd just beat the thing singlehandedly. Right? Wrong. A giant purple hand came from out of nowhere and wrapped itself around him.

"Agh! Why don't you guys ever just stay down the first time?" He exclaimed as he was lifted from the ground. Plasmus made a noise that might have been laughing, before he chucked Robin into an enormous pile of trash. Amidst baby diapers and rotting food, Robin racked his brain for an idea. All of those bombs just bounced off him harmlessly! It's like he can't be penetrated from the outside… or the side…. But what about the inside? Bet if a bomb trated him, he'd go down hard. Just gotta get a bomb in him, the only problem is I only have a few left… so I'll have to make it count. He scrambled out of the trash heap to face Plasmus head on. Plasmus was back to eating the engine of a Toyota Prius, eating one piston at a time like chicken legs.

"Hey, ugly!" He shouted getting the beasts attention. Plasmus turned to look at him, and roared indignantly. This is it! Robin reached into his belt and pulled out a bomb- throwing it only to find that it wasn't a bomb. It was that collapsible metal staff bar thing, which lodged itself into Plasmus' throat.

"Gh Grr ughhdg!" Plasmus growled through it before spitting the staff up, Robin ducked and watched as it soared across the junkyard and finally impaled itself into the belly of a Lotso Huggin' Bear. He grimaced, that could have just as easily been him. Well, let's try this again Robin, he thought to himself.

"Is that all you got?" He laughed, grabbing a bomb, and he checked this time, a real bomb, from his belt.

"Grrg!" Plasmus replied spitting up a torrent of acid. Oh no! Robin had nowhere to go; he turned away. But he'd never be fast enough to get away…

Ptew! Ptew! Sparkle Noise!

"You will leave my friend alone!" Robin was surprised to find that he hadn't melted in a puddle of acidic ooze, but he was even more surprised to see the red haired alien girl who was pelting Plasmus with green starbolts.

"Starfire?" he gawked surprised. What is she doing here? He wondered to himself, doesn't she think I'm evil? She landed beside him.

"Yes, other Robin," She looked at the ground.

"Don't you think I'm evil like the rest of the Titans?"

"I do not know what I think. What I do know however is that you are not some sort of evil-bearded evil eye-browed evil-evil faced Robin, you are simply, other Robin" She explained, looking him in the eye nervously, clearly fearful of his reaction.

"I- I'm glad to hear that Star," He grinned, "But why did you come looking for me?"

"Because I could not believe that any Robin is evil. If Robin were evil then he would not be Robin." Starfire said with the utmost seriousness. He took a deep breath, heart hammering away in his chest, why did she make him feel so nervous?

"Th-thanks Star, really. That means a lot,"

"Wonderful!" She exclaimed, leaping about four feet into the air. "Now let us defeat the creature known as Plasmus, yes?"

"Yea, let's do that," He grinned, bomb still in hand. She looked at him expectantly, and this time he knew what to say: "Titans: Go!"

End chap 10.

HOLY RUN FOR YOUR LIFE BATMAN! AND HOLY ROMANTIC RESCUE BATMAN!

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