Despite the all over body ache that coursed through him every time he moved, Robin forced himself to crack a rougish grin at Superman. He maintained the smile even though his sore jaw (probably fractured) screamed at him. He'd have to pay back Super Clone for that later.

"We do?" he croaked, tilting his head to the side. "Mm, well...that sucks for you, S-Man, because I don't know anything." He knew the smart thing to do would be to keep quiet and not say anything at all, but silence wasn't in his nature as a rule. He had no doubt that Superman and the rest of the JLA would try to play mind games with him and trick him into spilling...whatever it was they wanted to know. But he wasn't stupid, and two could play those kinds of games. And why not have some fun with them in the meantime?

Superman cocked an eyebrow at him. "Now you and I both know that's not true, so let's not play games."

"Why? I like games. Like...Catch The Kryptonite, for instance. Conner's REALLY good at that one." Robin responded, his grin widening. "How is he doing, by the way? That rash looked ugly." Superman exhaled and studied him for a minute with a neutral expression. If Robin wanted to play around, he would let him do so until he tired himself out, like any other child. "He's doing just fine. That's what we need to talk about, actually." Robin blinked, and without his mask, the reflex was visible. "Super Babie's rash?"

"No, the Kryptonite." Superman clarified. "Please don't play dumb, Robin- it doesn't suit you. We need to know why Slade sent you to intercept it, what he plans to do with it, and where it is now." Robin leaned back in his chair, his grin fading to a smirk. "Yes, because I'd just LOVE to go against my training and spill every single detail you just asked me about."

He shook his head, making his bangs flop in front of his eyes. "It's missing, huh?" He chuckled humorlessly. "Nice one. Way to get the job done. You're out of luck, alien. Slade didn't tell us anything except were it was. What he didn't say, I don't know. So you're in essence wasting your time."

Superman stared fixedly at him. "Look, I'm not going to lie to you. We're desperate here. We need to find this Kryptonite and keep it from falling into the wrong hands. If not, the consequences could be...dire." Robin returned his stare, then smiled sweetly. "And I wasn't lying, either. We didn't even know what it was before we stole it. I haven't got a clue why my master wants your little space rock. Ask him. I'm not the criminal mastermind." Superman pursed his lips. "Then what are you?"

"Me? I'm just the delivery boy."

"You're much more than that." Superman amended. "You're a known murderer, anarchist, extortionist, and thief." Robin heaved a sigh and batted his eyes. "Flattery will only get you so far, I'm afraid." A flicker of irritation lit up Superman's sky blue eyes. "You might want to cooperate. You're in a pretty bad spot, given your track record. We could have you shipped to Alcatraz tonight- no trial, no pleas, no mercy."

"But you didn't, and you won't." Robin retorted. "I'm too valuable, right?" The question was rhetorical, and Superman didn't answer. He changed the subject.

"We scanned you, while you were out cold. We know you're fifteen, and male, but that's it. Your DNA isn't in any Database on earth. Your fingerprints were burned away years ago. We couldn't even figure out your real name."

"My name is Robin." The boy answered mechanically. The dark amusement bled out of his eyes, leaving them pale and dead. "There is nothing to find. Stop wasting your time."

"We need to find that Kryptonite."

"Look on Krypton...Oh, wait. It's destroyed, isn't it?"

Superman twitched imperceptibly and sucked in a deep breath. He stood and moved for the door. "We're not done here, Robin. Sooner or later, you're going to tell us what we need to know."

"Don't hold your breath. On second thought, go right ahead."

The door hissed closed behind the Kryptonian as he stepped into the hallway. A statue like figure in a cape and cowl stood in front of the shadowed, one way glass. "You didn't mention the girl." Batman droned, his voice thick with disapproval. Superman scowled thoughtfully and closed his eyes. "I figured it wouldn't do any good to warm up with that. I want him to get comfortable first."

"This isn't the Ritz, Kent. He's a prisoner."

"At least he's talking. He's...annoying, but he's too proud to clam up and give us the silent treatment. He likes pissing people off too much. I reckon he doesn't get to do that a lot with Deathstrike, so he's mouthing off to us."

"Clearly," Batman snorted. "I don't think you should be taking it easy on him at all. We have a time limit to keep, and the longer that Kryptonite is loose, the higher the danger rises." Superman pinched the bridge of his nose and glanced back into the cell. Robin was leaning forward and inspecting the glass, like he could actually see through it. He frowned and wiggled his shoulders. Suddenly, he cracked a smile and waved at them. Superman stilled. "Did he just worm his way out of reinforced titanium handcuffs?" Batman didn't even bother responding. He swished away down the hall. "Get some answers out of him soon, Clark, or I will. And I promise you, he won't be smiling then."

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When he was sure that Superman was gone, Robin allowed his jovial mask to slip away. An expression of seriousness settled onto his handsome features. He flinched and grabbed his wrist- the one he had dislocated to escape the handcuffs- and popped it back into place without a sound. He bit his tongue and held it for a minute, glancing up and around. There were three security cameras trained on him from above. He looked down at his body, taking in his injuries. The League had patched him up pretty good, but his knee was swollen and weakened, mottled black, green, and purple. Eh, he'd had worse. Much worse.

Messing with their heads was fun, but he hadn't really been focusing on his own situation that much. He was in custody, but since he had failed, here was better than with Slade. He was warm and fed and healing- hell, it was like a vacation. But there was one large, glaring problem. He didn't know where Wren was. He purposely hadn't asked about his sister because he didn't want them knowing just how much he cared, but in reality her absence was like a black pit in his stomach, ever growing. She was missing, and he had no clue where she was or what she was doing. If she was with Slade, she would have to take their punishment on her own, and the thought of that...

Sweat broke out on his forehead and on the back of his neck, and he felt suddenly nauseated. His grey blue eyes darted around the room. If she were here, she might be right next to him and he wouldn't know it. Robin swallowed, then hauled himself shakily to his feet and hobbled over to the wall. He pressed his ear against the cold metal and tapped a rhythm on it, then waited a few seconds, straining his hearing. Nothing. She wasn't here. He sat back down and ran a frustrated hand through his sweaty hair, burning with guilt and worry. This was his fault.

"Oh, Wyllow...I'm sorry. I'll get us out of this.."

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Tethered like an animal and crouching in front of the most insane villain to terrorize Gotham, Wren felt a mixture of churning dread, apprehension, and strangely, a tinge of admiration. The Joker was nuts, no doubt, and she probably didn't have long to live, but he was...the Joker. Where Slade's plans had motive and end results, the Joker lived only to cause pain, death, and suffering, just for the hell of it. She stared at him with the kind of horrified fascination people have for car wrecks on the highway.

"It's just such an honor to have one of Slade's Ratty Braties staying with us!" The clown gushed, eyeing her like she was a prime rib. Wren managed a sneer. "The honor's all mine, Freak." she responed, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

The Joker's smile didn't fade, of course. He stooped down and pushed a white gloved hand under her chin, jerking her head up. "Such a pretty little face." he cooed. "Who'da thought your record was as bloody as mine? Deathstrike sure knows how to pick em. If only Harley was as cute as you..." His face was too close, and his hand was cold and hard. Her mind flew back years and years, to memories she thought she'd buried, and her body reacted before she could stop herself.

"I can't lie and say that I won't enjoy this, Wren...but you and your brother must learn this lesson some day, and it might as well be today..."

Wren jerked violently and flailed, aiming her feet low and her nails high. The Joker guffawed and jumped away from her. "Spunky, too! Oh, I hope you cooperate. I'd really hate to have to kill you."

"Cooperate with what?" Wren spat. "Do you have any idea what holding me will mean for you? My master will tear this place apart and burn the ashes, as well as you. He'll drown you in a river of your own blood." The Joker clicked his teeth. "Hey now, no need for all that drama. I just need one thing from you- the whereabouts of that sparkly little rock you stole." He paused, and grinned, scanning her body. "What I want, however..." Wren narrowed her eyes. "This was a waste of time. The Kryptonite is at the facility- I lost it when you blew up our bike. It's all yours. Now let me and Robin go."

The Joker shook his head sadly. "I thought you were smarter than that, Wrennie! If I had the rock, do you think you'd be here? Not that I don't love your charming company, but it was missing when I picked you up. And Slade Junior isn't here." Wren paled visibly. "R-Robin's not...here?" Her brother was seperated from her! "Where is he?" Joker shrugged absently. "I dunno. Jail? Dead? I really don't care. I want to talk about us, and you, and where you stashed that meteor. It's kind of important, see." Wren thought quickly. She didn't know where the Kryptonite was, but if she told the Joker that, he'd kill her. Her best bet was to hold out until she figured out how to escape. "You're too late, Bozo." she crowed, feigning confidence. "Slade already has the Kryptonite. If he doesn't yet, he will soon, and my lips are sealed."

The Joker stared at her for a minute, and her chest lightened at the thought that her ploy had worked. Then he threw his head back and positively howled with gut shaking laughter, loud and shrieking, and her heart sank. "HAHAHA! HEHEHEE! HAHA- Oh, you almost had me there! I love a great joke! HAHAHA! And here I thought Deathstrike had no sense of humor! HAHAHA! Oh, that's rich." He giggled, catching his breath. "But really-*heehee* let's get serious." He leaned down and grabbed her by the neck, squeezing her windpipe with his thumbs while she coughed and choked and gurgled. "You know exactly where that rock is, and you are gonna tell me, one way..." He smiled and pressed down harder into her pale flesh.

Wren's face turned dark red and spit gathered in the corner of her mouth. Her eyes watered and started to lose focus. Her lips flapped as she struggled for air. The Joker watched her for a second, then pressed his mouth onto hers, savaging her tongue with his waxy lips and yellowed teeth. He pushed his own wet muscle down her throat, then finally pulled away with a sickening smack. Wren fell away from him, gagging and gasping, tears streaming from her eyes.

"...Or another."

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(A.N: Haha! Can you guess who took the Kryptonite yet? Spoiler alert: it's not Slade. Try to guess, and tune in next chapter! The shocker at the end will kill you, but that's far away! Much more Robin awesomeness to come!)