Hey everyone, it's me, Immnony. This is the end of Secrets Kept (bad name I know!) Sorry this one took so long; I was at sleep away camp all week. I actually wrote this out in a notebook, so you better appreciate that. I would skip 30/30 to write this just so I could upload it after camp was over. Thanks to everyone who reviewed, followed, and favorited this story. It means a lot. Also, thanks to any Guest that reviewed my story. You guys can't follow or favorite, so it actually involves effort for you to find a story.

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Catwoman and Joker heard the gunshot and turned. They had taken down Killer Croc after Black Mask ordered Catwoman to "attack". She wasn't going to betray an ally, even if he was Joker. Catwoman's face paled at the sound of the shot.

She and Joker barged into the warehouse rapidly. Batman and Ivy were simply unconscious, but Robin was surrounded by blood. Catwoman took one look at the gun in Black Mask's hand and sprinted toward him. He hurt her little bird, and he was going to pay.¬

In one swift motion, Catwoman snapped Black Mask's neck. The villain fell forward with a hollow thud. Catwoman wasted no time rushing to Robin's side. She rolled him onto his back and looked down at him. She gasped and felt for a pulse.

"Please, Robin," she begged, tears filling her eyes. Joker took an awkward step forward. He had found Harley, and she was already on her way back to their hideout. Joker only stayed so that he would be assured immunity from returning to Arkham.

"That's not funny," he said solemnly, eyes locked on the body of Robin. "That's not funny at all."

"Robin," Catwoman pleaded as she lifted Robin into her arms. The warehouse was suddenly filled with Justice League members and their partners. She glanced at the kids, particularly the ginger boy. He had been with Robin earlier. He looked terrified as he stared at his friend, limp in Catwoman's arms.

"Flash, get him to the Watchtower immediately! Leslie Thompkins and Dr. Mid Nite are already there. Hurry!" Superman ordered. Flash stepped toward Catwoman and gingerly removed the boy from her hold. He took off in a blur.

"Joker, Catwoman, I'm going to ask you once to surrender. We don't want to use force," Wonder Woman demanded. Joker frowned and took a step toward the League.

"That's not fair! We didn't do anything!" Joker explained roughly. The Justice League exchanged a smug look. They weren't going to believe the mad man. A painful grunt from Batman stopped the League from arresting the two. Batman was exhausted and dazed, but he managed to get himself to his feet. He stared at Superman sternly.

"Catwoman… was helping… Robin," Batman wheezed out. "Trust what… she says." Green Lantern moved to Batman's side, supporting the caped crusader. Catwoman crossed her arms and gave Wonder Woman a content look.

"Joker was aiding us. Robin promised that Joker could go free. Joker kept his half of the deal, it's only right that Robin keeps his," Catwoman stated. Joker cackled and waltzed from the warehouse. He was done, and he was ecstatic that he could leave.

"You're alive?" Catwoman asked suddenly, turning her direction to the Team. Aqualad stepped forward.

"Superboy and I shielded the others from most of the damage. We could not escape on our own, however, so we were forced to wait for the League's assistance," Aqualad explained simply.

"You five should go to the Mountain for treatment. You're injured," Black Canary said. Aqualad nodded grimly, and the Team all left, except for Kid Flash. He refused to move. The Team was distraught, but none felt as horrible as Kid Flash.

"Is he really...?" Kid Flash asked, staring into the eyes of Superman. Superman looked away, incapable of making contact. Kid Flash uttered a small whimper and turned his eyes to Batman. "I'm sorry," he croaked. He didn't even care if he lost it in front of the League. "I should've taken him back to the Cave, but I thought… he thought… I didn't think it would end like this."

Batman closed his eyes for a moment. "He may still be alive. We should return to the Watchtower." The League agreed and decided to zeta back. It was the fastest way.

"Are you feeling any better, Bruce?" Superman asked from the corner of the room. Bruce Wayne scowled in the bed, wrapped tightly in medical bandages. He hadn't moved since returning to the Watchtower, ad most of that was spent sleeping. He was thoroughly exhausted.

"How is Robin?" Superman knew that was all that was on Bruce's mind. His partner's life came before his own. Superman fidgeted uncomfortably.

"Nobody knows. Leslie and Mid Nite have been operating for almost five hours. They aren't permitting anyone in the room yet."

"Do you want to tell him? You know him far better," Dr. Mid Nite asked Leslie as they stood over the table. Leslie's eyes were full of tears. She nodded softly and left the room. The League was waiting outside for the news. They didn't know how the operations had gone, but they were hoping for the best.

"I will speak with Batman first," Leslie announced, turning away from the League calmly. They followed shortly behind, wanting to hear the results. Leslie paid them no mind, instead entering Bruce's room and locking the door. The League forced themselves not to eavesdrop.

"Hi, Bruce," Leslie greeted with a smile. Bruce grunted from the bed and looked over at her. Leslie wiped the tears from her eyes. "You're recovering nicely."

"Is Robin…?" Bruce started. He couldn't say the word. Leslie let out a weak chuckle and ran her fingers through her hair.

"He really does take after you, Bruce. He held on like a Bat. He's still unconscious, but we've regulated his breathing and stitched the wounds," she announced. Bruce bit back tears of joy. He had been truly terrified for Robin. "You must understand; it's going to be extremely tough for the next month or so. Robin has to take the recovery slowly, or he may reopen the stitches. His arm was fractured in two places, and those are not easily mended. He'll be on painkillers, but you have to make sure you comfort him."

"I understand," Bruce responded.

"Dick's a strong kid," Leslie rambled, mostly to herself. "I'm sure he'll bounce back, but make sure he takes it easy for a while, all right?" Bruce closed his eyes and leaned back in his bed. His son was safe. Everyone was safe.

"Rob?" KF called as the team entered Robin's room. He was propped up against some pillows. He smiled at his teammates.

"I thought you guys were dead for a while. I'm glad you're all right," Robin replied.

"We could say the same thing about you," Artemis remarked seriously. Robin glanced at his chest, which was wrapped tightly and stitched. His arm was still in a cast, but they had finally stopped making him elevate it.

"Robin, Batman wants to speak with you alone," Black Canary announced, peaking her head in the room. The team stared back, wanting to stay with their friend, but they knew better than to upset Batman. They left without as much as a word of protest.

"Robin," Batman greeted, stepping into the room. Robin pulled down his mask, becoming Dick Grayson again. Batman followed suit, pulling off his cowl.

"That was reckless of you," Bruce scolded. Dick chuckled but stopped abruptly. Laughter hurt his chest. "You're extremely lucky."

"I think it was talent," Dick joked. "After all, I learned from the best." Bruce rolled his eyes and ruffled the boy's hair.

"Selina came by earlier while you were sleeping. She left you some flowers," Bruce explained, gesturing to a nice bouquet of wild flowers. Dick sniffed them and smiled. They smelled like Selina, and it was a relief to know she was okay.

"Hey," Dick suddenly started. "I'm in the Watchtower, right?" Bruce nodded. "I better get a tour once I'm better." Dick's words slurred towards the end. His eyes drooped, and his breathing regulated. He had fallen asleep. Dick rested peacefully, a content smile creasing his young face.

Bruce smiled warmly. Dick was going to be fine.

Yeah, not the best ending, but I can live with it I guess. Don't stop reviewing, favorite-ing, and following this story. Ask any questions or whatever. Thanks so much for everything; you guys rock. I love each and every one of you. I hope you all enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing this. I'm starting another fic, but it won't be out for a while.

Check the word count. I planned that number.