Second Chance

Chapter 3

Hey guys! I don't have much time to write at the moment, so I'll keep this quick. Thanks to Guest and mixxi for reviewing! You guys are really enjoying this aren't you? On with chapter 3!

Edit: Sorry about chapter 2 posting twice. I'm sure I put up this one...

Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING!

Captured

Owww... Robin opened his eyes.

"Not again!"

At least this time he remembered what had happened, as well as his new team. He could hear footsteps approaching, and instinctively tried to think of a plan. Fighting? He didn't know what was coming, so probably not his best idea. Running? He was probably tied down. Also, he couldn't move or feel his body, so kind of pointless.

I don't have many options, do I?

His best shot would be to lie there until feeling came back into his body. He could move his hands though, so he quickly checked what hadn't been taken from him when they'd been captured.

His utility belt was gone.

Of course. Wait, what's this? Okay, looks like someone doesn't know me too well.

He still had his lockpick, his holographic computer glove, and, most importantly, his retractable bo staff, which could be used as a staff for defense, or split into his eskrima sticks, for offense. Yes! Robin loved his eskrima sticks. Unfortunatly, although he could move and feel now, the footsteps were still getting closer...

Stay whelmed Robin... Wait, what?

Whelmed wasn't even a word, where had that come from? Then he remembered, he loved taking prefixes off words and using the prefixless words instead. He grinned. He was starting to remember!

He also remembered his signature cackle, but he couldn't let his new teammates hear that, it made him sound slightly insane. Well, he was, slightly. But more than he actually was. He looked around to see if they were in earshot. They were all lying unconscious on tables like he was on. Then he realized-he wasn't tied down! He rolled off the table and in nanoseconds had climbed onto the rafters. Instantly after he had disappeared a man walked into the room and looked at Robin's table.

"WHERE IS HE?!"

"Crap," Robin whispered, "Vertigo."

But he had defeated Vertigo before. Pulling himself into a better hidden position in the rafters, the young bird let out his familiar cackle. He darted around the room, reviewing his options. There was a machine that would send electricity into the tables standing near the door... he could use that to wake the others by sending a small charge into the tables, he could use the bo staff to protect himself from bullets and hope he could last long enough against Vertigo's tech to get the others up... Damn, he had been hoping for a chance to use his eskrima sticks. There probably wouldn't be any bullets, but Bats had always told him, be prepared...

Bats... damn. The memory of his mentor had faded again.

Robin moved around the room until he could drop right in front of the machine. Pulling the staff from its hidden sheath on his leg, his fingers finding the catch that read his prints and expanding the staff to its full length of five feet with a click, Robin dropped to the floor and was instantly surrounded in a hail of gunfire. So much for no bullets... he could feel the dizziness from Vertigo threatening to overwhelm him, but he wouldn't let it. Spinning the staff to keep away the bullets, Robin quickly hacked the machine, set it to a low-level pulse, and hit go. The others woke instantly, and the gunfire stopped as the shooters fled. They were willing to face a skinny 14-year-old, but a team of heroes? Not a chance. Cyborg stepped up.

"Titans, full offensive!"

Robin smirked. "Thought you'd never ask."

He quickly found the catches at each end of the staff, causing the staff into his to eskrima sticks. "Cool..." whispered BB. Then they attacked. Just as they reached Vertigo, Robin saw something that made him stop dead.

"Robin, I believe you know Mammoth..."

Oh shiiit...

For those of you who are wondering, yes, I know prefixless isn't a word, and no, I don't care. As always,

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