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Monday, November 13, 2011, 02:37

Slipping through the Gotham night, Robin looked at his wrist computer. Having deactivated all trackers, he was now tracking Artemis' trackers. She was currently in Blüdhaven, in one of the warehouses. Flipping across the city limits into Blüdhaven, he scowled as he headed to the correct warehouse, pausing in the rafters to listen.

"So, what should we do with her next?" Joker's freakily gleeful voice was instantly recognizable, sending chills up Robin's back.

"I don't know, I'm running out of ideas," Scarecrow's voice made Robin glare harder. Still fighting off the fear gas, the bird's senses and instincts were heightened into a hyper-alert state. Peeking into the room, he recognized Artemis' bloody form slumped over, tied to a chair. Scarecrow, Joker, and Harley were grinning as they conversed next to the wall. Narrowing his eyes, Robin tossed down a capsule filled with knockout gas into the villain's midst. Harley and Joker were out like lights, while Scarecrow just looked around. Obviously there was a filtration system in the lunatic's mask, so the hero leaped down, landing on Scarecrow's head. The two exchanged blows, Robin receiving a nasty hit to the jaw, until Scarecrow placed a bomb near Artemis and slipped out. Rushing over to his partner, he cut through the ropes and began carrying her out of the warehouse. They were nearly out when it blew.

Thrown in the air, landing in the middle of the street, Robin cracked his head against the pavement, wincing at the burst of stars flying across his vision. Sirens began wailing in the distance, but the Boy Wonder did not allow himself to black out. When firetrucks and police vehicles showed up, then did he allow himself to pass into unconsciousness.

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Monday, November 13, 2011, 19:43

Groaning, Robin cringed and began to pull himself into a sitting position as an unknown voice told him to take it easy.

"Who are you?" At the sound of the unknown voice, the Boy Wonder had thrown himself very painfully into a ready-to-fight position.

"Doctor Hagai Kravitz. Now, settle down! You'll tear your stitches," the Israeli grumbled something about insane vigilantes. "Now, before you ask, you're at Blüdhaven North Hospital, and your friend's fine."

"Hm," Robin hummed, before shifting into a more comfortably position in the hospital bed, feeling comforted that his mask was still on.

"Be glad that I'm a doctor who appreciates patient's privacy. There are people out there, you know, screaming for me to remove you and your friend's masks. But I know how terrible it would be to have your identity revealed to the world. You see, I'm related to Green Arrow. Cousins. My mom was his aunt. My dad named me. He was from Israel- couldn't keep a job there, so he moved to America- and eventually met mom. I think I'm the only person outside the superhero circle who he trusted with his identity. Why am I telling you all this?" The man looked over at Robin, brown eyes quizzical.

"Maybe because my silence is therapeutic?" He suggested, shrugging with a smile.

"Maybe. You just never know," Hagai replied.

"I can attest to that," Robin agreed, chuckling.

A pounding on the door caused both doctor and patient to whip their heads around.

"Kravitz! Open up!" A barking male voice caused Robin to twitch uncomfortably. Artemis, in the other bed, did not respond.

"And why should I?" Hagai shouted, eyes narrowed.

"Because if you don't, you'll be fired!" The voice yelled back.

"I could care less about my job!" The doctor replied, voice taking a dangerous intonation.

"Well, good, then you are fired! Now if you don't open this door, I'll break it down!"

"You don't have the authority to forcibly find out the identities of Artemis and Robin!" Hagai snarled back.

"The public's made a decision, and they want to know!"

"Oh, so it's suddenly become a democracy," Kravitz muttered. "Can you get yourself and Artemis out of here without breaking your stitches?"

"Sure, if you'll give me your number. I can hook you up with another job," Robin replied, winking. Hagai tossed him a card, and Robin smirked, pulling out various stuff attached to him. Getting up, and walking over to Artemis' bedside, he detached the stuff attached to her, picking her up, and pulling out his grapple. Saluting to Hagai, he shot the grapple, shooting away into the late afternoon sun, heading north back to Gotham and the Gotham zeta platform. The mob in front of the hospital turned to gape at him, and smirking, Robin knew he had just blown their minds to smithereens. Landing on top of the next building over, he took a moment to wince. His burns burned, and his head felt like it was splitting open. He had a concussion, not too big a one, but still a concussion.

Grappling from building to building with Artemis strapped to his back, he landed in the alley with the zeta platform, slipping into it after letting it know to send him to the Batcave.

Recognized: Robin B01 Artemis B07

"Welcome back, Young Master Robin. Might I say, you gave me quite the scare," Alfred was already waiting for the two heroes, the younger of whom just winced. The butler moved over to remove Artemis from the bird's back, and Robin moved off to change, coming back in a Linkin Park t-shirt, a pair of grey jeans, and his red converse, sunglasses perched on his face.

"Hey, Alfred, you have any Motrin?" Robin prayed that the butler had a painkiller that wasn't Benadryl.

"I believe I do. If not, there might be some in the master bathroom upstairs," Alfred replied, and Robin thanked his guardian angel that there might be Motrin within reach. "Hmm, all I have is Benadryl and Aspirin. Will an Aspirin work?"

"Sure, Aspirin is a painkiller," Robin muttered, accepting the tablets and glass of water, swallowing them down quickly.

"Since you are here now, I suppose I shall begin dinner, hm?" Alfred headed over to the elevator, entering it and leaving the Batcave. Frowning, Robin meandered over to the Batcomputer. His laptop was still at the Cave, so he supposed he might update the archives here.

Powering it up, he typed in the multiple passcodes, and Robin blanched at the file that Batman had left up when he left.

Gortinn-7. Currently immersed in an inter-planetary civil war over Eurytia. Already informed League. Not believed.

Robin, if you're reading this, and I have no doubt you will someday, the League will be gone much longer than a month. Aim for more than a couple years, and you'll be somewhere close to knowing how long we'll be gone.

Take care of the Team. Aqualad is a good mission leader, but you have the foresight to uncover problems and be able to take care of them. You should also be the Team's public representation. You have the experience, the level-headedness, and foresight to not screw yourself up. If you haven't already, call a press conference and inform them of the fact that we will be gone. I will also take this as an opportunity to tell Superman I told him so.

Take care of the world for us, and don't die. It needs you.

Robin found tears welling up in his eyes. He quickly pulled off the sunglasses and wiped the wetness from his eyes before replacing them and turning off the Batcomputer. Even halfway across the galaxy Batman could still touch him in ways he had yet to imagine.

Which was why, when he had to write a paper on his personal hero for his English class, he chose Bruce.

Batman's bad a**. I'm updating early, and I'll be adding another chapter tomorrow, mostly because I'll be going canoeing so I really won't be able to write but don't worry! I just finished chapter 23 actually. Now, people, I still need ideas for ways to fill the six year gap! (Also, since links are annoying, my deviantart is WarriorWolfManiac) I have one and a half frames for the video done! Aren't ya'll proud of me?

(People are hard to draw. So much anatomy, and so complex! You can see my Superboy frame as my icon, which he is amazing. I'm getting better at drawing hands, and I've also fixed a playlist for this story which includes Stand by Rascal Flatts, We Won't Be Shaken by Building 429, The Business of Paper Stars by Hawthorne Heights, and of course the title song. :) )