A/N: Hi everyone, I'm back! Sorry about the short delay but I never start posting a story until it is completed and polished. I was stuck, then I finished, then it didn't feel finished, then a new ending was added and now, finally, it is complete! Before this story starts, I'm going to clear some things up about "Fighting for Robin".

Carl - the Gorsh brothers didn't take Robin's utility belt for three reasons. First, and most important, I didn't think of that! Second (after I thought about it), Franklin was obsessed with Batman's belt and probably didn't care about Robin's slightly smaller one. Finally, David knew nothing about the Dynamic Duo so he wasn't interested in anything except his new drug.

Mystery guest - I deliberately changed Robin's age. I figured that, since we never knew his actual age in the show, I can have him be a young teenager - anywhere between twelve and an early sixteen. Also, I used to teach junior high (grades 7-9) so I know there is a significant difference in the level of maturity between a fourteen-year-old and a fifteen-year-old. ;-) The older Robin would probably be more composed (during the award presentation) than the younger one (he would be more excited and "bouncy"). That's the main reason why I changed him to fourteen.

Batman Dude - I am always open to receiving story ideas so send me whatever you want! I can't guarantee usage, though.

Thanks for the title suggestions. I spent forever trying to come up with something and the one that I chose fits but I can't tell you why. :) Also, thanks for the story ideas! There are several things bouncing around in my brain now and I love when that happens. There is nothing, however, for a sequel to "Fighting for Robin" so don't expect it for a while (or maybe never!).

If there are any authors out there who want to try a sequel, I'm giving you permission to use Franklin and David Gorsh, that crazy symbol and a mystery "money man" that funded the project (just remember that David pretty much hates his brother now and Franklin wants revenge on certain people). I bet Robin, the riddle solver, could figure out the meaning of the symbol even though Batman was completely stuck. ;-) That's the only idea I have for a sequel... Also, if you do use it, please let me know so I can read it! :)

Anywho, sorry again about the wait and - if you were looking for something more or different than what happened in "Seven Days" - I hope you like this one better (it's my re-try!).

As usual, Batman and Robin are based off the 1960s TV show but go back and forth between genres and are sometimes completely out of any characterization. I write it the way it enters my head, which is not always "historically" accurate. Italics usually represent thoughts to oneself but are sometimes used to add emphasis. I love reviews and constructive criticism is always welcome. Thanks for reading!

Chapter 1:

Ten o'clock in the morning

"Robin, go, don't wait for me, just…go…" Batman was gasping as he ordered his young partner away from the gas billowing throughout the warehouse.

"I'm not leaving you, Batman, so save your breath," Robin shouted in reply, searching through the fog for his partner. He stumbled suddenly and tucked himself into a forward roll to avoid injury. Instead of the hard concrete that he was expecting, he landed on a pair of legs and the air was knocked out of him as his upper back hit the knees.

"Go…" Batman whispered as he began following the black snakes that invaded his head.

Robin had regained his breath and, assuming the legs to be attached to the strong body of Batman, crawled to where his partner's head should be. Robin was the one gasping now as he felt the cowl then found, grabbed and lifted Batman's arms. He turned around so that his partner's body was behind him and, pushing himself to standing, began dragging the muscular form toward the closest exit – the door that was about fifteen yards away. His vision wavered but he didn't stop; he was going to get them out of here.

Kirik watched from the safety of the warehouse manager's office, waiting for the Boy Wonder to succumb to the toxic odor of his newest concoction. Robin was living up to his nickname – Kirik couldn't believe that he was still standing, much less dragging a heavy body. The boy was getting dangerously close to the door and he could not be allowed to escape. Kirik thought about putting on his gas mask and going down to impede Robin's progress but he saw a slight hesitation in the Boy Wonder's steps and knew he wouldn't last much longer. He grinned as he rubbed his hands together; it was his turn to have a go at breaking the young sidekick and he, unlike so many who had tried before him, wouldn't fail.

Holy ball and chain. Robin knew if he stopped he wouldn't be able to get started again but his feet felt so heavy. It was like he was trying to lift a block of cement with every step and his muscles were wearing down. He looked up; he was over halfway there but everything was so blurry. He dropped Batman's right arm in order to rub the burning feeling from his eyes but quickly realized that was a mistake; rubbing made them burn even more and now he couldn't find his partner's arm. Rolling his eyes at himself in his head, he put his back to the door, grabbed Batman's left arm in both hands and pulled with all the strength he had left. He was so close; he couldn't – no, he wouldn't – quit. He couldn't see shapes anymore; the room was flat and gray. Just a few more steps…no, just a little rest and then a few more steps. He released Batman's arm and collapsed, unconscious before he hit the ground.

Kirik opened the office door and used his gas-retriever; sucking the smoky haze into the canister then securing it tightly. He looked down and smiled at the sight: Batman laid out on the ground not moving and Robin curled up in a heap next to him, three feet away from the door. He took out his Polaroid camera and snapped a picture; this was definitely one to hang up next to the sidekick. The kid would be really discouraged when he realized that he had been a mere three feet away from saving himself and his older, stronger partner. Failure, that's what he would see, and Kirik knew that no hero was capable of dismissing that particular feeling.

"Jack, Jason, get in here and load the bodies into the van. I'm not sure how long the gas will last on them so we need to get going."

Two very different young men sauntered into the room: the short, dark-haired one had broad shoulders and muscles rippling through his shirt while the taller redhead was skinny without an ounce of fat or muscle on him.

"Ya wanna drag the big one or carry the little one?" Jack, the redhead, asked.

"Don't matter ta me. I'm just here fer the workout," Jason grinned. "You can't carry either one, though, so I guess the decision is mine," he smirked.

Kirik sighed, annoyed at the men. "Just figure it out and let's go!" he exclaimed.

Jason rolled his eyes at his older brother and easily lifted Batman's body off the ground, flipping it over his shoulder and walking toward the loading area where they had parked the white van. Jack chuckled quietly at his brother's antics as he pushed Robin's wrists together, securing them tightly with two cable ties and looping a sturdy rope around them. He grabbed one end of the rope and began dragging the small body across the concrete.

Kirik grinned again; how fortuitous that Robin's body was going to be dirty and sore while Batman's would be clean and refreshed. He ran over and motioned the brothers aside so he could take another picture of the two heroes, who were lying side by side in the back of the van. Another good one to hang in front of the sidekick; it was only five minutes into his operation and Kirik already had two images that would remind Robin of his inability to be a true hero – one that didn't need saving all the time.