Title: Desolation

Author: InvisibleBrunette

Rating: T

Summary: Pang, Despair, Anxiety, Loneliness, these are all words associated with Desolation. Set in the B&R comics. Flames will be used to torch Edward Cullen and the cast of Twilight.

Disclaimer: Standard disclaimer. I don't own them, and DC is mean and won't give them to me.

Feedback: Yes. Or I might start chucking shirt hangers at you.

A/N: Lots of thanks to Huffy and Bluejay :)

"Nnnn… Batman..?" There was no response. In fact, Robin realized that even if Batman replied, he wouldn't be able to hear him over the ringing in his ears.

But why were his ears ringing? …And why was his head pounding?

Think, Robin. Think.

He and Batman were investigating… What were they investigating? He tried to remember, but it made his head pound harder.

The Boy Wonder forced himself to open his eyes, an action he would regret, but he pushed through it and pushed himself into a sitting position. Oh God. That hurt.

Masked eyes scanned his surroundings, or, what was left of it. Honestly, he couldn't tell whether it was a warehouse, or an abandoned building at one time, but he could say at this point, he didn't care. He wanted to go home and soak in a hot bath. He would just need to collect Grayson, and then they could-

Oh God.

Where was Grayson?

"Batman?" He let out a single harsh cough from the calmed dust he managed to unsettle. "Batman?" he called again, slightly panicked.

There! Right in front of him. All he needed to do was get over to him.

Robin crawled over to the Dark Knight, who lay in a bloody heap not five feet in front of him.

Closer.

Closer.

Almost there...

Grayson...

The moment he realized his partner's condition, he wished the dull moonlight wasn't streaming in through the window. Grayson was hurt everywhere. Blood seeped from cut in his arms, his legs... It was almost as bad as when he uncovered those children Zsasz cut up. His stomach rebelled. He almost gave into the nausea that crawled up his throat, but there was nothing in his stomach to throw up.

Tentatively, he reached out, but stopped a hair's breath from touching the former Boy Wonder's shoulder.

"Batman?" he called once again. If he had been in his right mind, the newest Robin would've cursed himself for sounding so child-like. So scared.

He shook away the fuzziness. He couldn't pass out now.

"Batman?" the boy lowered his voice. "Richard?"

Finally, Robin stripped off his glove, and Batman's cowl, checking the elder man for a pulse. He had one. It was steady.

Thank God.

With surprising gentleness, the Boy wonder scooped Richard's head and shoulders, hugging him close as the black took over his vision.

That was the last thing he remembered.

"Every now and then I have the feeling I've totally lost my mind. It's a great feeling" -Dick Grayson/Nightwing