Notes: Follow-up to 'Trauma' and 'Mistake'; because a sequel was demanded. 'Mistake' would be first in this series. I wrote this with the idea that not everyone would have read 'Mistake' so hopefully, those put off by the mildly slashy warnings on the previous fic could still follow this story.

Notes2: I got stuck on my other fic-in-progress so I tried this one first. Story is finished, just posting one chapter a day :)

He was floating. He didn't know why he was floating or what brought him to this place. He didn't even know who he was. But there was no pain in this place, no nightmares. It was...nice, here. He could stay here for a long time.

Something tugged at his ankle. He shifted to see what it was but there was nothing there; just plain emptiness.

Then, Robin?

He knew that voice. And that name - no it wasn't a name, it was an alias. An alias and a nickname his mother used to call him.

Wait, what happened to his mother?

Flashes of memory bombarded him: the bright lights of the Big Top, the crowd with its bated breath, the calloused hands as his father carried him, the tug of gravity...

...then falling, falling - wait, it wasn't him who was falling, it was - the line snapped. There were screams, and blood and the dull crack of bone.

He flinched at the remembered pain. But it doesn't hurt as much anymore; not with his new life, new friends, new family-

The emptiness became a sea of red.

"Robin, we need to access Batman's files." That was Superman's voice. He knew Superman, trusted him, but... "Robin, please. With Batman gone-"

Batman gone? But how? Why didn't he know about it? And why would Batman leave him?

He tore himself away from the older man. "No! He's not gone! He won't-" He was choking at the sudden lump in his throat, "He wouldn't leave me!"

"I'm sure Batman didn't want to leave you, but sometimes..." He wanted to believe - was scared that it was the truth - but something inside him kept shaking its head.

"No, this is wrong. This is all wrong! You..." And then he remembered. He knew Superman, and Superman knew him. Knew him and Batman. And Superman doesn't always call them by their alias when they were alone. "What's my name?"

"What?"

"I asked you first. What's. My name."

Then his head was bursting in pain. Knives were stabbing into his brain, his eyes. He heard someone screaming but-

He couldn't think. He couldn't breathe!

Robin! Robin, it's me! Megan!

He clutched at the steady presence, gasping, desperate to hold on like a drowning man. But the sharks were still circling, still gnashing their teeth. One suddenly lunged and clamped onto his waist. He screamed again and his grip faltered. Megan tried to hold onto him with both hands now, but the shark was strong and he felt himself slipping.

Then a stronger pair of arms were clutching at him, fighting the shark's hold on him. The shark thrashed, shaking him like a dog shaking its chew toy. The pain flared again.

God, no one should have to feel like slowly being torn apart-!

Hold on, Robin! This voice was male, familiar and its arms were as green as Megan's.

Uncle J'onn! I-I'm losing him!

Just hold on. I've brought help.

There was suddenly a dark presence looming over the Martians. With seeming ease, it plucked him from the churning waters, quickly dislodging the clinging shark and wrapped him in its cloak. He was gasping, inhaling deep the dark presence's comforting scent.

I'm here. You're safe now, son.

Batman? Was that his voice? It sounded so weak. They said you were...gone.

They lied.

And he woke up with Batman's arms around him.