Robin hated feeling weak and especially helpless, so being carried in the enemy's arms into unknown territory was pure torture. Nonetheless, he played the part of a helpless and scared little boy, out cold in some stranger's arms. This peace and quiet gave him time to observe his surroundings; he felt a sudden rush of moist air and heard the sound that rang out as each step was taken while descending the stairs. All right I'm being taken down some metal stairs and guessing from the moisture I must be underground. "Felicity, we're here," yelled the Hood as he climbed down the stairs carrying Robin in his arms. Finally the noise and motion stopped with someone's voice filling its place.

"Oh my god, what happened Ol-."

"He's still awake."

"Oops" said the voice in a whisper. Just then the blindfold came off and as it did Robin sprung backwards out of his captors arms and into a back handspring. Except, the weight of his body forced him to crumble and fall.

"Next time just stay still," said the hood in his rough and obviously changed voice; the nerve he was trying to do the same voice trick as Batman.

"Ha you're funny. You think there's going to be a next time," said Robin as he slowly stood.

"Enough with the games," grunted the hood. With a push, he knocked the off balance kid onto the chair Felicity set up, which was equipped with an IV pole and table to the side. Next to the chair was, as requested, the unopened medical equipment. Once steady in the chair Robin slipped one of his hands behind his back. However before he could bring it back around, there was a fully loaded crossbow in his face. This got Robin to smirk.

"Someone's a little jumpy," said Oliver. Going slower this time, Robin brought his hand back around and in it was a small red bag. Seeing what it was, Oliver lowered his weapon and went to grab the blood bag, but before he could Robin moved his hand. "I was serious about the whole do it myself thing." Reaching over to the new needle, he started to set up the transfusion as if it was something every kid should know how to do. Moving his hand over his glove he quickly hit something and then pulled it off. After that he lifted his sleeve up and, without hesitation, stabbed the needle into his vein, causing Felicity to flinch. Within a minute the bag was drained and the kid's eyes started to open back up. Once the transfusion was complete he slipped his glove back on. Next he went for the arrow in his chest. Just as Oliver was about to tell the kid to stop, expecting him to pull it out and cause more damage, Robin broke off the feathered balance and pushed the arrow through his body. Both Oliver and Felicity stood watching in shock as the boy hardly even flinching in pain, reached around his body and pulled the arrow out. Obviously this was not his first time removing arrows from himself. But first time or not, the pain took over and Robin collapsed unconscious into the chair.

"Felicity," Oliver hissed bringing her out of her trance. "Help me get the belt and mask off." But instead of following his lead she just stood there with her mouth open.

"You shot a kid and he's bleeding in one of your chairs."

"He was dangerous."

"He was a kid."

"Well that kid almost killed me." Felicity's face twisted into one of disbelief. "Look, he was with some friends when I found him at the warehouse and I know at least two had to have been injected with the Mirakuru. One of them punched through concrete and jumped up at least 15 feet in the air and the other pulled an arrow out of his body like it was a splinter." Now her face was almost unreadable.

"Who would inject children and how did they even survive?"

"I'm almost positive it was the League of Shadows. When we were fighting this kid mentioned something like it. Here I recorded it." Oliver pulled out the recording and played it.

"They mentioned comms and if they're anything like ours, then I can hack then and trace them to the source, or at least some of the other kids." Oliver nodded his head in agreement. Going over to the boy, he bent down and looked for some type of tech near the ears and came up with a very small piece of equipment that he handed to Felicity. "Wow," she said eyes in wonder. "This is high tech stuff."

"That won't be a problem, right?"

"No but, it will just take a little longer," she said shaking her head. "But I'm still going to wrap his shoulder first." Satisfied with the compromise, Oliver went back over to the boy started on the belt. It took a little bit but he eventually found the trigger to take it off. Lifting it up, he brought it over to Felicity's work area and dropped it on the table. He went to open the pockets when he realized that no matter what he did, they stayed shut tight. Annoyed with the belt, he went back for the mask but when he went to take it off, he was met with a shock. Frustrated, he cursed in Russian; not giving up, he instead went at it from a different side but was once again shocked.

"Ugh I can't get his mask off." Felicity looked up away from the shoulder.

"Obviously he doesn't want anyone to know who he is. I could take his blood and do a DNA sample by sending it over to a lab under a disguised reason. I'm thinking 'unidentified murder victim'." Oliver smiled. Quickly going over, Felicity took a blood sample, marked it, and stored it in ice. "I'll send that over as quickly as I can."

"Perfect. Since that's all we can do for now, lets cuff him. I don't want to lose my only lead." Both of them lifted the boy carefully and brought him over to one of the support beams; facing him toward a wall that contained nothing special, they cuffed him tight using zip ties to not allow him to escape. And it would have worked well if Robin hadn't woken up halfway through.