The Batcave was buzzing with tension as Nightwing, Black Bat, Batwing, Batwoman, Agent A, Spoiler, and Oracle gathered around the Bat-Computer. The dim glow of the monitors reflected in their faces, casting shadows that mirrored the worry etched on their expressions.
Agent A, his weathered face lined with concern, couldn't hide the disappointment in his eyes. "I can't believe he went and did something this reckless. I warned him about the dangers of going off on his own, but did he listen? No!"
Oracle, her eyes fixed on the screen, sighed, and shook her head. "We all knew Robin was on a downward spiral, but none of us expected him to pull a time heist. It's like he's trying to one-up every crazy stunt we've ever pulled."
Spoiler, her frustration evident in her voice, jumped into the conversation. "Seriously! Who in their right mind thought Robin would take time travel into his own hands? We knew he was a wild card, but this is next-level insanity!"
Nightwing, standing tall with a serious expression, clapped his hands together to silence the bickering. "Enough, guys. We can argue about this later. Right now, we need to figure out how to bring him back. He's lost in the timestream, and we have no idea where he is."
Black Bat, her stoic demeanor betraying a flicker of concern, spoke up. "I've tried accessing the Batcomputer's historical database, but he's not in any known time period. It's like he's fallen off the grid."
Batwoman, her red hair a stark contrast to the shadows, added, "We need to find a way to track him. He can't be lost forever."
Batwing, his voice gruff with worry, chimed in. "We can't just sit here and do nothing. We have to bring him back home."
Oracle, her fingers dancing across the keyboard, interjected, "We should focus on finding a temporal anomaly, something that doesn't fit in any historical context. That might lead us to Robin."
Nightwing nodded in agreement. "Oracle's right. We have to work together on this. No blaming, no finger-pointing. We're a team, and we'll get him back."
The tension in the Batcave was palpable, but amidst the worry and frustration, a determination sparked in their eyes. They were the Colony, and no matter how wild the situation, they would find a way to bring Robin back home.
The tension in the Batcave was momentarily interrupted as Batwoman's gaze shot toward the clock entrance. She squinted, catching the sight of Red Ghoul, Zamurad, and Billy descending the stairs. Billy, now going by the name Leukós, looked unsure in his SHAZAM form. Leukós means white in Ancient Greek, a name that paid homage to ancient gods and the traditions his brothers were following- each choosing one color to represent them, Jason red, Damian emerald-green, and Billy white.
Batwing, trying to maintain a positive atmosphere, greeted them with a warm smile. However, the disappointment etched on the faces of the new arrivals didn't go unnoticed. The Colony's latest members seemed to carry the weight of their unsuccessful mission.
"You found nothing." Black Bat, with a resigned sigh, broke the silence.
Red Ghoul nodded, his shoulders slumping as he shrugged. Zamurad let out a frustrated curse in Arabic, and Leukós shifted uncomfortably under the scrutiny of the Colony.
Batwoman stepped forward, her eyes darting between the trio. "Alright, let's not get discouraged. We're dealing with the timestream here. It's not exactly straightforward. We need to regroup and come up with a new plan."
Nightwing, sensing the collective frustration in the room, added, "We're all in this together. We can't let one setback bring us down. We need fresh ideas, maybe a different approach to track Robin through time."
Agent A, still grappling with worry for his grandson, spoke up, "We can't afford to lose hope. We need every resource available. Keep searching, keep trying. We can't let Master Robin be lost forever."
Oracle, her fingers flying across the keyboard, joined the conversation. "I'm running a deep scan on temporal anomalies. Maybe there's something we missed, some clue that can lead us to him."
The atmosphere in the Batcave shifted. Despite the setback, the resolve of the Colony remained unbroken. Batwing, catching the disappointment in his friends' eyes, offered an encouraging smile. "We'll figure this out, guys. We always do."
Red Ghoul, Zamurad, and Leukós exchanged glances, finding solace in the support of the Colony. They may not have succeeded in their initial attempt, but the determination was pushing them to try again. However, the Colony was still on edge from the failed attempt to locate Robin, so it was to no one's surprise that they tensed as a radiant silver light manifested above them. Quick as a flash, everyone assumed their attack stances, muscles coiled and ready for any threat that might emerge. All except Red Ghoul, Zamurad, and Leukós, who recognized the familiar glow of the Patronus Charm.
"It's the Patronus Charm. No need for alarm." Zamurad gestured for everyone to stand down. With an air of calm authority, he explained its significance. "This ancient charm conjures a magical guardian, a projection of all your most positive feelings. It's potent against dark creatures like dementors, but it can also be used for sending messages. If it's here, it's from someone we know. Red Ghoul warded the cave and manor against evil intent, remember?"
As the brilliance of the charm dimmed, a majestic phoenix materialized in its place. Leukós took the lead in explaining. "That's the Patronus Charm of our Headmistress, Madame Xanadu." He grinned with a fondness that softened the superhero facade. "The Phoenix Patronus represents a character of a person who no one can tame or claim. They're loners, admired for their strength and wisdom. They don't fear death but see it as the next great adventure. If faced with it, they'll greet death like an old friend, especially if it means saving another's life."
Batwoman couldn't help but chuckle at the vivid description. She turned to her nephews with a smirk. "She must be quite the character."
Red Ghoul's smile was warm as he nodded. "That she is. There's a reason why I chose her as the first Headmistress of Nanda Parbat School for Magic."
Jason, with a mix of curiosity and wariness, passed his wand over the envelope and letter that Madame Xanadu's Patronus Phoenix was carrying. The magical ink on the parchment seemed to shimmer as his inspection revealed an array of charms and spells – a concoction of magical safeguards that surprised even the seasoned Red Ghoul. Among them were protective wards, guarding the letter against damage, prying eyes, and manipulation. Another charm ensured that only he, the intended recipient, could decipher the contents.
"Ingenious," Jason mumbled to himself, appreciating the clever magical defenses.
As the radiant Patronus Phoenix gradually faded away, Jason took hold of the letter. His eyes narrowed as he read the letter. The emotions on his face shifted – from anticipation to concern and, finally, to a deepening frown. He read every line with meticulousness, but no matter how many times he reread the letter its content did not change.
Finally, he set the letter down with a sigh, drawing the attention of the rest of the Colony. Agent A, the concern evident in his eyes, couldn't help but ask, "What's in the letter, Master Jason?"
Jason met their gaze, his frown deepening. "Madame Xanadu managed to link Robin's essence to a spell. It'll notify us when he finally manages to get back to our time and tell us where the time vortex will spit him out, but that's about it."
A heavy silence settled over the Batcave. It was something – more than they had before – but still not enough. The realization that, despite their efforts, they were still unable to directly help him weighed on each member of the Colony.
"Dammit," Spoiler muttered under her breath, frustration etched across her face. Nightwing, his usual confidence tempered by worry, ran a hand through his hair. Oracle, behind the monitors, sighed, her eyes reflecting the shared concern.
Batwoman, the worry etched deeply into the lines of her face, clenched her fists. "We can't just wait around. There has to be something more we can do."
Despite the newfound information, the sense of powerlessness lingered.
The stage was lit and charged with an electrifying energy as Dick and Damian prepared for their daring performance. Suspended from individual trapeze swings, they hung motionless, creating an air of anticipation that lingered in the space.
The faint sound of music wafted through the stage, and with its arrival, the atmosphere shifted. The trapeze swings stirred to life as Dick and Damian synchronized their movements. The duo initiated a gentle back-and-forth motion, their bodies swaying in harmony with the rhythmic beat. The suspenseful silence was replaced by the subtle creaking of the swings, adding an audible layer to the spectacle.
As the tempo of the music escalated, so did the complexity of their aerial ballet. Dick and Damian, with an unspoken understanding, reached for each other's hands mid-air. Their fingers intertwined, and they began to spin and twirl, defying gravity with a grace that mesmerized the onlookers. The performers alternated between holding hands and releasing. The dance in the air unfolded like a well-choreographed dream, each movement seamless and fluid.
In a moment of breathtaking audacity, both Dick and Damian simultaneously released their trapeze bars. The crowd seemed to hold their breath as they spiraled around each other, their bodies entwined like a double helix. The daring maneuver showcased not only their agility but also an unspoken trust. Just when it seemed like gravity would take its hold, Dick and Damian skillfully caught their trapeze bars again. The crowd erupted in cheers and applause, the echoes bouncing off the walls.
As the music swirled through the stage, Damian flipped himself upside down, clasping his trapeze with practiced ease using his legs. Dick, from his own swing, leaned out, supporting Damian by gripping onto his waist. The dynamic pose showcased Dick's raw strength and Damian's lithe flexibility, creating a visually striking moment that held the audience in awe. The air crackled with excitement as Damian, hanging upside down, prepared for the next daring move. With a burst of audacity, he took a bold leap from his trapeze, his trust placed entirely in Dick. The elder brother, demonstrating impeccable timing and strength, reached out and caught Damian mid-air.
With the crowd's gasps echoing on the stage, the duo geared up for the grand finale. The music soared, matching the crescendo of their heart-pounding routine. Dick and Damian engaged in a whirlwind of flips, spins, and catches, each move executed with a precision that showcased their combined strength and skill. The stage became a whirlwind of motion, shadows dancing on the walls as the acrobats pushed the boundaries of gravity.
The intensity reached its zenith as they seamlessly transitioned between daring maneuvers. And then, with a final flourish, the performance reached its climax. The duo descended gracefully from their swings, landing on the stage floor with an elegance that belied the intensity of their routine. Dick and Damian shared a triumphant grin, the physical toll of their performance evident in the heaving of their chests. The music faded, just as the crowd erupted into wild cheers as the impromptu trapeze act, performed by the dynamic duo of Dan Danger, stage name of Dick, and Alex Danger, the new stage name of Damian, reached its triumphant conclusion. With waves and smiles, they acknowledged the thunderous applause before gracefully making their way backstage, leaving the stage to be prepared for the next act.
Back in the relative quiet of the backstage area, Dick pulled Damian into a tight hug, an elated grin spreading across his face. Performing with his youngest brother brought a unique joy to Dick. He couldn't help but marvel at Damian's skill in the air, a true Flying Grayson in the making.
"Dami, that was incredible! You really took to the skies like a true Flying Grayson!" Dick exclaimed, his enthusiasm infectious. Dick continued, his eyes alight with genuine delight, "Finally, a Baby Bat who soars with the grace of a true Flying Grayson. I've been waiting for someone to share the sky with, and you, Dami, exceeded all expectations."
Damian allowed a small smile to grace his face. The satisfaction of a successful performance mingled with a hint of pride at his brother's praise. He absorbed Dick's words with a sense of quiet satisfaction. The acknowledgment from his older brother, a seasoned acrobat, meant more to him than he would ever admit.
As they moved away from the backstage area, leaving the stage for the next performers, Dick couldn't help but reflect on the unique connection he shared with Damian. In the hustle and bustle of his crime-fighting lives, this shared performance had given him a chance to touch back on his heritage as a Flying Grayson. Dick, in that moment, knew that having a favorite among siblings might be frowned upon, but the instant connection he shared with Damian made the younger boy his favorite brother. The bond forged in the air, suspended between the swings, was special for the acrobat.
Dick whispered to Damian, "You know, Dami, teaching you the ropes – or should I say, the trapeze – has been a real pleasure. You soak it in like a true Flying Grayson."
As the backstage buzzed with activity, Damian watched silently as Dick wiped away the sweat from his brow, a mixture of pride and concern etched on his features. Something had felt off during the performance, and Damian, perceptive as ever, had chosen to wait until they were backstage to inquire.
Leaning against a nearby prop, Damian quirked an eyebrow at Dick. "What's wrong?" he asked, his voice surprisingly gentle.
Dick, caught off guard by the directness of the question, froze for a moment. He sighed, a sad smile playing on his lips as he met Damian's gaze. "I can't hide anything from you, can I?" With a nod, Damian encouraged him to share. "I'm worried about Tim," he finally admitted.
Damian took a moment to absorb the information. He nodded slowly before responding, "Sometimes the hardest thing to do is nothing and wait. Tim needs us to do nothing and be the net to catch him when he falls."
Dick looked at Damian, gratitude in his eyes for the understanding and wisdom that went beyond Damian's years. There was a depth to Damian's perception that often surprised the others in the Colony. In that moment, Damian's words resonated with a simple truth – the helplessness of waiting was sometimes the hardest part, but it was also the most necessary.
"You're right," Dick whispered. "We'll be there for Tim when he needs us, and until then, we'll keep soaring through the skies."
In the hustle and bustle of Fawcett City, Jason and Roy were on a date that screamed "fun." Paintball was their game, and man, were they into it. The place turned into a battlefield, with paint flying in all directions. These two sharpshooters couldn't resist turning their friendly competition into an all-out colorful war. For Jason, it was a break from his recent magical gigs – a chance to just shoot something that doesn't have a spell on it. And Roy, well, he was in his element, even if it was just a paintball gun instead of his usual arrows.
Meanwhile, across town, the younger crew – Damian, Billy, and Lian – were owning the arcade. Jade, Roy's ex and Lian's mom, brought her A-game, adding a whole lot of energy to the mix. The arcade lights flashed, games beeped, and tickets rolled out like they were on a winning streak. Damian cracked a smile as he got into the gaming spirit, there was no one capable of taking his crown as the Dance Dance Revolution King. Billy's laughter was contagious, spreading joy in every direction. While Lian was having the time of her life enjoying the day with her mom and friends.
Back to the paintball battlefield, it had turned into a riot of colors as Jason and Roy joined forces. Together, they were an unstoppable duo, taking down opponents left and right. The air was thick with the sound of laughter and the occasional splat of paint hitting its mark. Despite facing groups with triple their members, Jason and Roy were in their element – a dynamic twosome that couldn't be beaten.
As the paintball war raged on, the real competition emerged. It was about how many opponents they could take out. The two marksmen rolled, dodged, and strategized their way through the chaos, leaving a trail of laughter and colorful casualties. Their bond shone through as they plotted and executed their moves, each takedown accompanied by a burst of shared laughter. The thrill of the game, the adrenaline pumping through their veins, made every shot feel like a victory.
In the end, as the last paintball settled, it was clear that Roy had taken the crown. Jason, being the good sport he was, accepted the good-natured ribbing from Roy with a grin. However, Jason bowed not to be defeated next time. His shooting skills would need to be sharpened, refined, and honed to a point where he'd never allow Roy to claim victory again. He was an Al Ghul after all, and they always won.
They walked away from the paintball battleground, paint-splattered and grinning, the echoes of their laughter lingered in the air. Jason and Roy then decided to go to a steakhouse, where burgers, fries, and beer awaited them. The clinking of glasses and the sizzling of food filled the air as they settled in for a well-deserved dinner. Amid the hearty bites and sips, the two continued their banter, seamlessly transitioning from the adrenaline of the paintball field to the laid-back atmosphere of the steakhouse. The dim lighting and the low hum of conversations around them created a cozy atmosphere, a perfect setting for a date.
However, even in the midst of the good times, Roy's perceptive eyes caught Jason's subtle shift in demeanor. Unable to ignore his boyfriend's quiet struggle, Roy cut through the casual conversation with a straightforward question, "What's wrong, Jay?"
Jason sighed, his eyes reflecting a mix of emotions. "I just feel guilty. I am here, having a wonderful date, while Tim is lost out there, and we can't do a single thing but wait."
Roy, never one to shy away from addressing the elephant in the room, reached across the table and placed a reassuring hand on Jason's. "That's the key word, Jay. You can't do anything but wait. Beating yourself up as you wait will not help Tim. So, you may as well enjoy the night."
"You are right. I will enjoy the night. After all, you are here with me." Jason's features softened at Roy's words.
"And you call me corny. But you totally earned your title as novelist extraordinaire." Roy chuckled, his infectious laughter spreading across the table.
Just as the warmth of the steakhouse enveloped them, a sudden shift cut through the atmosphere. The playful banter faded as Jason felt Madame Xanadu's spell ricochet. His expression changed, a mix of concern and determination settling on his features. Roy, noticing the abrupt shift, frowned slightly. "Everything okay, Jay?" he asked, his voice filled with genuine concern.
Jason looked at him, a shadow crossing his face. "It finally activated, Tim's here."
Roy's lips widened in a beaming smile. "That's great! Where did he land?"
"In the cave," Jason whispered, his expression grim. "But he did not come alone."
Suddenly, a blinding light erupted in the Batcave, causing everyone to shield their eyes. As the light subsided, two figures emerged, facing each other in a battle-ready stance. Tim had returned to the present day and was squaring off against Batman. The exclamation of shock and concern from Nightwing, Spoiler, and Black Bat was immediate when they noticed Robin's bloodied form. He clutched his side, a vivid crimson staining his costume. Panic surged through the Colony as they took in the gravity of the situation.
"Robin!" Nightwing shouted, his voice filled with a mix of relief and alarm. "What happened? Are you okay? Silly me, of course, you are not ok. You are bleeding!"
Tim, with a strained smile, waved off their concerns, trying to catch his breath. "I'm fine," he insisted, though the visible pain in his eyes betrayed the bravado. "Just got a little banged up in the timestream. But there's something you need to know."
The three of them, huddled around Tim, listened intently as he explained the bizarre twist that occurred during his time displacement. The air in the Batcave thickened with disbelief as Tim spoke about Batman's transformation into an entity known as "The Dark Ranger."
"Wait, what?" Spoiler exclaimed, her eyes wide with disbelief. "Batman turned into something else?"
Tim nodded grimly, his expression serious. "Yeah. The timestream's unpredictable, and it did something to Batman. He became this... dark force, hunting down threats with a ruthlessness I've never seen before."
Black Bat furrowed her brow, concern etched across her face. "So, what happened back there? Why did you two end up facing off?"
Tim's gaze dropped momentarily, and he hesitated before answering, "I had to confront him. The Dark Ranger. It was the only way to stop him from going too far."
Nightwing, always the protective older brother, clenched his fists. "You did what you had to do, Tim. But we need to fix this. We can't have Batman turning into some... dark entity."
Agent A, with a determined expression, quickly scooped up Robin, who winced in pain from his time-displaced wounds. "You're going to be okay, Master Robin. Let's get you patched up," Agent A reassured as they disappeared into the shadows, leaving the rest of the Colony to face the looming threat.
The Dark Ranger stood stoically, a formidable force with raw strength, against the trio of Nightwing, Spoiler, and Black Bat. Nightwing, his eyes focused and determined, initiated the confrontation with a flurry of high-flying acrobatic kicks and flips. His agile movements showcased his unparalleled flexibility and grace in the air. Executing a flip strike, Nightwing soared through the air, aiming a swift kick toward Dark Ranger. However, Dark Ranger, relying on sheer bulk and strength, absorbed Nightwing's agile attack with minimal impact, standing firm like an immovable force.
Unfazed, Dark Ranger retaliated with a powerful, forward-charging strike aimed directly at Nightwing. With a swift mid-air dodge, Nightwing evaded the charging attack, utilizing his acrobatic skills to stay one step ahead. Switching tactics, Nightwing launched into a rapid assault – a barrage of quick punches and kicks, leveraging his speed against Dark Ranger. Yet, Dark Ranger, relying on his raw strength, countered with a forceful counter, overpowering Nightwing's flurry of attacks.
In a last-ditch effort, Nightwing executed an acrobat's gambit, a complex acrobatic maneuver that created distance and allowed him to reevaluate the situation. It was then that Spoiler, with a determined gleam in her eyes, stepped in against Dark Ranger. Emphasizing her speed and agility, she darted in and out with calculated precision, aiming to keep him on his toes. Executing a jab, Spoiler swiftly closed the distance and landed a lightning-fast jab at Dark Ranger, utilizing her speed to strike with rapid ferocity. The impact was met with a block from Dark Ranger, who relied on his sheer strength to absorb Spoiler's quick and relentless assault.
In response, Dark Ranger retaliated with a parry, using his immense strength to deflect Spoiler's strikes, and creating an opening for a countermove. Spoiler, however, proved her nimbleness with a quick dodge, evading Dark Ranger's attempted counter with a swift display of agility. Recognizing the immense strength disparity, Spoiler strategically retreated, creating distance to reassess her approach.
Black Bat finally took the lead, stepping forward with a fierce determination to engage Dark Ranger. Her movements were a dance of lethal precision as she initiated a series of strikes – controlled martial arts moves aimed at disorienting and subduing her opponent. Dark Ranger responded with resistance, his raw power and muscular frame resisting Black Bat's initial strikes. Seizing the opportunity, Dark Ranger used his formidable strength to break free from Black Bat's attempts to restrain him.
Undeterred, Black Bat transitioned seamlessly into a precise grappling move aimed at restricting Dark Ranger's movements and neutralizing his overwhelming strength. Dark Ranger, broke free from Black Bat's hold with a burst of strength that echoed through the cave. It was a relentless back-and-forth, a battle of skill versus might.
Adapting to the situation, Black Bat executed a swift and evasive maneuver to avoid Dark Ranger's retaliatory strikes. Her movements were a dance of shadows, a display of agility that kept her one step ahead of Dark Ranger. Black Bat strategically maneuvered around Dark Ranger, seeking an opening for her next set of precision strikes.
The Batcave was silent, as Spoiler and Nightwing rejoined Black Bat in the fray. The good thing was that they were going to fight now as one, but the bad one... it seems like Dark Ranger was finally moving from defense to offense.
Dark Ranger launched a relentless counterassault against Nightwing, Spoiler, and Black Bat. Nightwing, quick to adapt, employed strategic positioning and defensive moves to deflect Dark Ranger's forceful strikes. His face etched with a mix of focus and frustration, Nightwing sought to hold the line against the overwhelming might of their father. The pain etched on his face was not only from the ache he was feeling from clearly cracked bones, but from the fact that he was being forced to take down the father he had thought lost and only just got back.
Spoiler swiftly evaded Dark Ranger's attacks with nimble footwork and agility. Her movements were a blur of calculated evasion. Meanwhile, Black Bat strategically maneuvered to position herself for an opportunity to neutralize Dark Ranger's brute force. Determination burned in her eyes as she sought to find a weakness in the seemingly unstoppable force that Batman had become.
Dark Ranger, recognizing the need to disrupt their coordinated defense, strategically utilized a sweeping motion that overwhelmed the group and disrupted their attempts to contain him. The Colony, despite their agility and skill, found themselves at the mercy of Dark Ranger's sheer power.
Recognizing the urgency, Black Bat assumed the role of the vanguard. She aimed to incapacitate Dark Ranger with her advanced martial arts techniques. The Batcave echoed with the impact of the strike, but Dark Ranger, unyielding, countered with a display of resilience that showcased his dominance.
Black Bat attempted a series of rapid and powerful strikes to subdue Dark Ranger. However, her efforts proved futile against his overwhelming strength. Dark Ranger, asserting dominance, slammed Black Bat against the wall of the Batcave.
Spoiler and Nightwing cried out in worry when they heard the nauseating crunch when Black Bat landed on the ground unconscious. Just when the weight of the situation threatened to crush their resolve, a sudden change occurred. A vibrant red smoke billowed from the sky, manifesting in front of Dark Ranger. From it emerged the Red Ghoul, his wand raised high, a determined expression on his face.
With a loud exclamation, Red Ghoul cast the spell: "Petrificus Totalus!"
The air crackled with magic as the incantation took effect. Suddenly, Bruce's once formidable form was frozen in place. His arms snapped to his sides, legs sprang together, and his entire body became as rigid as a board. The once imposing Dark Ranger now lay motionless on the cold floor, his jaws jammed shut, only his eyes moving in a silent expression of horror.
Red Ghoul, lowering his wand, turned to Robin with a piercing glare. His demand cut through the air, "What just happened here, boy?"
The Batcave transformed into a makeshift infirmary in the aftermath of the skirmish. Jason, sleeves rolled up, took charge of tending to the injuries scattered across his battered family. Spoiler, Nightwing, Black Bat, and Robin lay strewn across the floor, their appearances reminiscent of warriors who had weathered a chaotic storm. The atmosphere crackled with tension, the air heavy with a collective sense of urgency. In the midst of the palpable unease, Jason, undeterred, sprang into action. His wand was in hand, the first target was Robin.
"Vulnera Sanentur," Jason intoned, the song-like incantation carrying a soothing tone that seemed to resonate through the cave.
The magic, like an ethereal thread, wove its way across Robin's skin, delicately stitching up the visible aftermath of the confrontation. Robin winced at the pain that accompanied the mending of injuries, but the returning color to his face showed the effectiveness of the healing charm.
Unyielding, Jason swiftly transitioned to the next incantation. "Brackium Emendo!"
The cavern echoed with the noise of bone-setting back into place. Spoiler, Nightwing, and Black Bat, each bearing their share of bruises and fractures, responded with a chorus of groans that gradually transformed into sighs of relief.
The healing spree continued, with Jason seamlessly moving on to the next healing spell. Episkey, a term that sounded like it belonged in a wizarding textbook, was the remedy for the smaller nicks and bruises that still lingered among the Colony.
"Episkey!" The incantation was loud and firm, a magical band-aid for broken noses, toes, and split lips. Next on Jason's magical agenda was Rennervate, a spell reserved for those still caught in the embrace of unconsciousness. "Rennervate!"
The words carried a wake-up call, a magical nudge to bring Black Bat back to the land of the awake. Black Bat blinked herself back to consciousness, a deep frown on her lips when she realized she had fallen during the battle.
Taking a deliberate step back, Jason wore the dual expressions of fatigue and satisfaction. Jason waved his wand one last time, casting a Stamina Charm. The incantation acted like a magical version of a Red Bull, infusing the wearied heroes with a surge of energy. The Colony, just moments ago resembling individuals who had faced down a speeding truck, now sat up, renewed. Though, Robin still felt king of woozy from all the blood he had lost from his stab wound.
"Wonderful, Master Jason," Agent A praised his grandson, voice filled with so much pride that it made Red Ghoul blush.
Meanwhile, Robin slowly picked himself up, his gaze shifted to the paralyzed figure of Batman, though it would be better to refer to him as Dark Ranger in this altered state. Robin turned to Jason with a furrowed brow and asked, "What are we going to do with him?" His eyes, filled with concern, scanned Dark Ranger, a silent plea for guidance.
Jason, with a weariness etched on his face, met Robin's gaze. He took a deep breath before replying, "I'll be taking him with me. Gotta find a magical way to heal his mind."
Robin felt torn. Guilt and frustration mixed in his chest as he shrugged, accepting Jason's decision. Magical healing was the last thing Batman would willingly accept, but Robin had already messed things up.