Disclaimer is in the first chapter. Anyways, it seems I've lied about when I'd next be updating. Lets just say I got some great ideas for what to happen next and how I want this whole story to end (; The only question I have is how long I should make this story and if I want to set up a potential sequel. But that'll be answered later along, so, enjoy this chapter! Be sure to R&R!

Make sure to pay attention to the dates/year so you don't get mixed up when there's a flashback

TT

Jump City, One Year Later(June 28th, 2011)

A deathly silence remained in the room. All four founding members of the Teen Titans stared at the newspaper in front of them, the five remaining teammates of Young Justice glancing at each other with unease. The front page was titled, Has Robin Switched Sides? Along with a long story.

"About a year ago, the teenaged vigilante known as Robin went missing. The remaining members of the Teen Titans hardly ever answer questions on the subject. Why would that be? While some seem to believe that Robin has either left the Titans or been kidnapped, that does not appear to be the case.

"One month ago, a man who seemed to be in his late teens, presumably eighteen, was caught on tape commiting murder as well as theft. Fifteen year old James Clayton was just walking home from school when he saw a man described as, 'about five foot eight,' creeping around in the shadows of the alleyways of Harrisburg, Pennsylvania. 'I just got this really bad vibe off of this guy,' James later told the reporter. 'When I saw where he was headed, I pulled out my camera and recorded. He must've heard me because he turned towards me.' What James said next creeped out even our reporters, who arrived at the scene an hour after the crimes were committed. 'Even though I couldn't see his eyes, I could sense the malice and bad vibes. And you know what he did? He smiled at me. It was the most unnerving thing I'd ever seen.'

James later informed us that the teen wore an orange and black suit with a 'S' over the heart, a domino mask, steel boots, and black gloves. Even his hair was black and it hung just above his eyes. Aside from that, the video shows the masked villain using extremely talented acrobatic skills to jump through the security system. Less than a minute into the video and five men came exploding out the wall. From there, the video reveals the teen using unbelievably remarkable martial arts to disarm all the security guards. Do those skills sound familiar to anyone else or is it just me? After that, the man that we think to be Robin was seen shooting all five guards, killing them instantaneously.

Unfortunately, no one knows what exactly was stolen from the Enterprise. This is the third theft committed within the past year against Wayne Enterprises. Bruce Wayne refused any interviews on the subject, stating that he needs to conduct an investigation and that once he finds out what was taken, he'll answer some questions.

Batman and the Justice League have also refused to answer any of our questions about Robin. While they may think they're doing what they think is best by avoiding us, they're only indirectly supporting the belief that Robin has turned to the side of crime.

Young Justice has recently been seen hanging around the Teen Titans in Jump City. As we all know, Robin was apart of both teams. Could they be working together to bring their former teammate to justice? Or, if he has been kidnapped, are all of the world's heroes working to find their missing heart?

Article by Louis Armes"

The newspaper came out last week and it still haunted everyone's thoughts. They'd looked up the video, although it was to grainy and shaky to see if it truly was Robin. They all hoped that Slade was training another apprentice and they had committed the crime. Although Cyborg, Beast Boy, Raven and most of Young Justice accepted that Robin was a villain now, they still didn't want to believe it. In fact, they were all relieved when they couldn't get a clear enough picture even after running it through the scanners. It was still unnerving, to say the least, to even consider the fact that it very well could have been Robin.

Kid Flash rubbed his eyes. He hadn't slept in a whole day. Rather than sleep, he'd opted to stay up all night and look for any possible leads as to where his missing friend is. He'd contacted his other best friend, Roy Harper, two days ago. Roy had promised to come to Jump as soon as his team, Titans East, took out the H.I.V.E. Five. he was due to arrive in four days maximum.

"Look," KF said, "you don't understand. Robin wouldn't just - he couldn't just- that isn't him! Someone is framing him! There has to be a reason! And if you all have given up on him, then let me get into his room. I'll find what you've missed."

Raven and Cyborg glanced at each other, frowning. "Kid Flash, there is nothing of use in his room. Cyborg even ran a scanner to look for any hidden drawers and everything. There isn't anything. It's empty," she repeated for probably the tenth time."

Green eyes glared daggers at purple and grey ones. "Then I'll look myself."

In a flash, Kid Flash was gone, sprinting his way towards the direction of his little brother's room. He glanced at the door before staring at the keyboard that asked for the password to unlock the room. Apparently the Titans had never blasted the door down. He assumed that Raven had just teleported them with her powers.

Wally felt a grin creep up on his face. He was at an advantage over everyone in the tower. If they hadn't guessed the code, that meant they didn't know his backstory. That also meant that Wally, Batman, and Superman were the only known people besides Robin himself who could guess the code without hacking it open.

Thinking hard, Wally began punching dated into the keyboard. The door slid open when he punched in 31801. His parent's death date. Wally sighed, his mood ruined by that reminder. Although he hadn't known Dick when it'd happened, he still felt a strong pang of pity and grief towards the smaller boy. No one deserved to go through all the trauma he had.

Taking a step inside, Wally realized that the Titans were right. There was nothing besides his bed laying out in the room. It was perfectly clean. However, the man dressed in yellow and red uniform knew better than that. There had to be something… something that not even a mechanical machine could sense. Wally was quick to run his hands all along the wall and he nearly sighed with relief when he felt some of it push inwards towards the interior structure of the building. Using both hands and pushing with all his strength, a portion of the wall about as wide as a closet, moved backwards and then slid behind the rest of the wall.

Stepping back, Wally saw an array of his old costume and utility belt from his time with the Young Justice. It seemed that he never fully let go of his items, including his old communicator. On the ground were about six pairs of boots and just as many gloves. Armbands for training were neatly resting against a hanger nailed into the wall. Next to the outfits were some his civilian clothes and behind them was a poster. Pulling the poster out and unraveling it, Wally realized that it was a Flying Grayson poster. He curled it back up and placed it back against the wall. Taped to the wall next to the poster was an unfinished sketch of what appeared to be what would've been a new costume. It was colored navy blue/black all over except for a gray spot over his stomach and grey padding over the kneecaps and the bottoms of the shoes.

Needless to say, he was startled when he heard the sound of voices gradually growing louder. He stepped out of the hidden closest, relieved when it closed on his own. Just in time, too.

"Dude, I told you that you weren't going to find anything," Beast Boy said as he turned into the room. It took him a second to register that the door was open. "Yo, how'd you get the door open? His codes were impossible to guess unless he told you what it was!"

"Uh, lucky guess?" Wally responded. After the lack of care that Robin's 'friends' showed about wanting to save him from this Slade guy, Wally was unwilling to share any of his secrets. If Robin never told them of his past, let alone about the hidden closet, it wasn't Kid Flash's place to tell them.

Raven spoke next, her eyes blank and voice in a monotone. "So, d'you find anything?" He knew she was daring him to say yes. Daring him to confirm her belief that he knew of Dick's past. Of who he was.

Knowing that she could read his mind, Wally focused himself on thinking about how sad he was that he'd been wrong. He pulled on a frown for all of the others to see. "No. The room is empty." He forced a sigh. "It was like you guys said. There's nothing here." Green eyes filled up with tears.

Artemis stepped forwards and put her hand on his back for support. "Come on," she whispered to him. "Hungry?"

He flashed her a smile. "Yeah, that'd be nice." The speedster turned towards the Titans. "Got any eats?"

Starfire spoke for the first time since the Young Justice had arrived earlier that day. "Yes! There is plenty of the food in the…" she trailed off as her words were wasted on thin air. "Kitchen," Starfire finished.

Kid Flash opened the refrigerator and freezer. He gawked at the gallon of unopened vanilla ice cream. The two teams all arrived back in the main room just as he finished the last spoonful.

Cyborg's jaw dropped and his human eye burned with anger. "Yo! That was supposed to be my dessert!" he hollered.

"Oops, my bad," KF teased. "And I must say, that definitely hit the spot. A sudden beeping noise sounded and KF pulled up a video call with Speedy.

"KF, mind coming over here to help? We need backup. There's more than we can handle. We need your help."

"Just me?'

"Just you," he confirmed.

KF glanced at his friends, both new and old/current. "Gottagobebacksoon," he said excitedly before disappearing for the third time.

JL/YJ/TT

Watch Tower, July 3rd, 2010

Absolute silence met the room. Batman stood, fists clenched and on the table, glared daggers at the Teen Titans, all of whom refused to meet his stare.

"He what?" he demanded.

"He's working for a man named Slade," Raven repeated. "We don't know how or when he started. Probably since the beginning," she sighed.

"Yeah!" Beast Boy exclaimed. "We never shoulda dropped our suspicion from when he was Rex X and-"

"He was who?!" Batman glared at the four teens in front of him. "You're telling me that he was bad before he was bad? Why didn't you contact me sooner?" The growl and anger in his voice was enough for the Justice League to quietly make their exit.

Starfire's eyes turned entirely green as she lifted her head to meet the Batglare. "We do not wish to be under the control of the Justice League," she snapped. "We are only here so you may find Robin and help us understand why he turned on us. He would never turn on us… he promised me…" Her eyes returned to normal, though her sadness was still visible in both her posture and facial expression. Batman was quick to determine that she clearly felt strongly about his ward.

"Besides, he made it clear that he wanted nothing to do with you," Beast Boy added. The Titans all nodded their agreement.

Batman sighed. "Yes, he and I had a falling out. But you still should have come to me sooner. You should've contacted me after the Red X incident! You are to hand over everything you have on Robin; list of activities, anything he would've spent time studying, which includes but is not limited to newspapers, pieces of equipment, anything."

Cyborg opened his mouth to speak but Batman cut him off. "NO. You and your little group have proven that you are too incompetent to search for Robin. From now on, the Justice League will do all the searching. You are to report back to Jump City and you will stay there. The Teen Titans are no longer a part of this investigation. I will find Robin and put him to justice. Now get out." A slight pause. "Get. OUT."

Undisclosed Location, June 28th, 2011

Sweat clung onto a drenched body that was chained to a chair in a dark room underground. The teen in the chair held his head high and glared at the man in front of him. There was no determination as to who the man was, but he was very muscular and quite tall. The boy had no way of telling what day it was nor if it were morning, afternoon, or night. A light bulb flickered on, giving the room an eerie glow to it.

Fresh blood that ran down dried blood dripped slowly off the teen's chin, but he gave no implication that he was in any pain. Even the look in his eyes showed that he didn't have a care in the world about his predicament. This slightly disturbed the man standing four feet away. A deep frown crossed his face and he allowed the knife that had been in his hand to fall to the ground, hoping to receive any sort of reaction from the other. Nothing. Not even the slightest flinch.

"The name's Carl Thorne. You? And I mean your real name. Not your Robin persona." Silence met his answer. A scowl set on his face, though his eyes lit with amusement. "Oh, I see. The silent treatment. I'd have thought you'd know when it's polite to respond. I suppose I'll just have to go back to being mean." The man's voice was deep throated and raspy, as well as a tint of irritation that was beginning to build.

In a flash, Carl was in the teen's boy face. The muscles along his shoulder rippled as he pulled his arm back and brought it crashing into the face of his victim. A loud cracking noise echoed around the metal walls of the room. "WHO DO YOU WORK FOR?"" Another stretched silence. Another slap to the face and a repeated question.

The teen spoke for the first time in a month. "If I told you that, I'd have to kill you. Then again, you're going to die soon anyways, so I suppose that doesn't really matter," he replied. His tone was bored(and deeper than it'd been a year ago), clearly waiting to have the chance to stretch his limbs. He'd been tied up for a while, though he knew it was his own fault. He'd been careless, so he was paying the price for that. Therefore he had to break himself out. Slade wasn't coming for him.

"Don't say things you can't back up," Carl snickered.

"Well, then I promise that you'll be dead," Dick replied in a sickly sweet tone before it grew serious. "You have five minutes left to live, Carl. I'd use that time to tell your kid that you're sorry you weren't there for him."

Carl's eyes widened. He'd never told the boy that he had a kid. Not even his boss knew. It was something he simply never talked about.

"You're bluffing. I don't have a kid."

"Don't you? What's is name again?" Dick's head tilted to the side as though he were trying to backtrack his memory and remember. "James, was it? Yes. James. James Clayton, correct? I saw him a few weeks ag-"

He was cut off with all the air being forced from his lungs when Carl punched him in the stomach.

"I. Don't. Have. A. Kid!"

"You know, if my wrists weren't chained to the chair here, I'd be shaking my pointer finger at you and I'd be saying, 'now, now, we both know that isn't true.' You know why? Because your kid recorded me breaking into your industry. Does he know that you're his father?" A small smirk played across Dick's face.

Blinded by rage, Carl began both punching and slapping the younger's face. He only stopped when he remembered what he was put in there for.

"How about we make a deal, hm? You tell me what I want to know, and I won't shatter your kneecap again. It'd be a pity if it were to be broken a third time, eh?" It was Carl's turn to smirk. The hammer was his favorite tool on the teen in front of him. It was the only thing, he'd discovered, that made Dick show any signs of pain. He had growled each time. It wasn't much, but it was enough to send a thrill coursing through his body. How he loved hearing others in agony.

Dick didn't even flinch. "Tell you what: since you only have one minute to live, I'll tell you exactly what you want to know. Ask away."

"Who do you work for?"

"I don't work for anyone. I work with Slade."

"Why'd you leave Batman?"

"Small argument. He wanted me to retire as Robin, I refused. Ran away. Childish, really, but oh well."

"Why do you work with Slade?"

"Why not? He's done more for me than both Batman and the Titans combined. If you mean when I for started with him, blackmail. Threatened the Titans. One hundred percent positive they've cured themselves from the probes he put in their system."

Carl frowned, confused and contemplating his next move. "So why don't you leave him?"

"Why would I? He's trained me, become a fatherly figure for me. Of course, he doesn't show that he cares, but deep down he has this soft spot for me. It's amusing, really. Oh, and by the way…?"

He leaned forwards and spat blood directly onto his captor's face.

Carl turned around, dark green eyes searching for his favorite torture device on the table. It took him a few seconds but he smirked when he found it. "You know, I've gone easy on you until now., but now I'm gonna pump up the punishment. There's only so long one can last before breaking. You would know that, wouldn't you? "

A cackle answered his question, setting the man on edge. There was a dangerous tone to the cackle that made it reverberate all around the room. He whirled around and froze when he saw an empty chair sitting in the center of the room. Another cackle sounded, causing Carl to instinctively back up into a corner of the room and look around in a panic. There was no one but him in the 20-by-15 foot room.

"You know, I gave you a warning. And like I said, Carl, I never break my promises."

Carl looked up a heartbeat too late. Dick landed on him, sending the older and heavier man sprawling across the floor. Before he had a chance to recover, the trained assassin planted his right knee on the small of Carl's back and snapped his neck with a quick flick of his wrists.

Dick stood up, leaning heavily on his right leg so as to not damage his left one than it already was, and sighed. Thankfully for him, he saw his gloves and boots sitting on the table and put them on. Good, he thought. Now to bust out of here.

He leaned down and grasped the keys and a gun from the corpse before limping towards the locked door. Agony shot through his left leg the whole way and he ended up having to walk on his left leg using just his toes and phalangeal joints so as to not put too much pressure on his kneecap.

Upon opening the door, Dick was met with three guards.

"Hey, Carl, d'you get any an-"

All three fell to the ground, dead. Dick lowered the gun and continued forwards. It didn't take long, but he finally found the exit to the hideout. Slade was waiting for him outside.

"You've missed a lot of training."

"I know."

"Your leg looks to be in pretty back shape, there," he observed and they walked towards the car that Slade had waiting for them.

"I'll manage," he replied, slightly annoyed. "Besides, you still got the device in time."

"That I did."

Master and apprentice halted and faced each other. "Then let us go forth with the plan."