If you recognise it, it's not mine.

Wally woke to a heavy crashing noise and a cry of pain. He was awake and in Robin's room within two seconds.

"Dude, what's up?"

"I was trying to get my crutches, and a lamp fell on my head," Robin said irritably, gesturing to the tangle of wires in his lap. "What was it doing there?"

"You don't remember?"

Robin shook his head, looking slightly worried.

"Basically, you had a nightmare, and I knocked over your light, and I guess Conner or someone put it somewhere stupid."

Robin nodded, looking like he remembered the nightmare. "Oh."

Wally passed him the crutches, not standing himself until he was certain his friend was stable. "C'mon, let's go get breakfast. I'm starving."

As he darted out of the door to clear up his 'camp', he heard Robin mutter something about how he was always starving.

By the time Robin entered the kitchen, Wally had managed to get the ingredients for pancakes out. Well, most of them.

"You forgot the eggs."

"Oh, yeah. How many?"

"Are we making them for everyone?" Robin pulled himself up to sit on the table again, casted legs dangling beneath him. Wally grabbed the eggs from the fridge.

"I guess we should make double quantities anyway," he said. Then several things happened very quickly.

Artemis walked in and whacked him on the back of the head, saying something about 'Kid Greedy' and 'coffee'.

Wally, taken by surprise, dropped the eggs. Several smashed on the ground, making a slimy mess.

Kaldur walked in and didn't notice the mess. He stepped on the egg and slipped, grabbing for the nearest thing catch his balance.

Unfortunately, the nearest thing was Conner, who had just walked in with M'gann in tow. Not fully realising what was going on, Conner reflexively shoved the Atlantean away.

Kaldur skidded across the floor, arms flailing in a spectacularly undignified manner.

Robin reached out a hand to help him regain his balance, smirking, but misjudged the older boy's momentum.

Kaldur crashed to the floor, dragging Robin with him. To add insult to injury, his left hand was lying in the splat of egg which had started the whole thing.

"Kal? Rob? Are you okay?" Wally bent over the pair, closely followed by the others.

"I am just winded," Kaldur said, accepting the hands pulling him up. "Why did you push me so hard, Conner?"

Conner shrugged, looking somewhat sheepish. "I thought you were trying to play that 'Get Down Mr President' thing on me again or something."

The team's mixed reactions to that answer were cut short by Robin's muffled gasp of pain as Wally trued to help him sit up. All heads turned to the younger boy, who was frowning as he checked the time. "This is unbelievable," he muttered. "I've been awake for less than half an hour, a lamp already fell on my head, and now this. Ow," he added, as M'gann levitated him into a chair as gently as she could.

"Are you hurt?" Kaldur asked worriedly.

"Slight loss of dignity, probably need to take my medicine. No biggie," Robin replied easily, trying to reassure the other boy. Wally sped away and came back a few seconds later with a small packet of painkillers.

"I am sorry, Robin," Kaldur said.

Robin shrugged, smile already back in place. "Who wants pancakes?"

The group soon found that they made a good team when it came to pancakes. Wally and Conner made the batter, with superspeed and strength making it easy. M'gann levitated the pancakes to flip them, and Robin had a freakishly accurate ability to tell when they were ready. Artemis was surprisingly good at folding them so the various toppings didn't drip out, and Kaldur resigned himself to making sure they didn't get too overenthusiastic and washing up.

Therefore, when J'onn turned up to tell them that training started in half an hour, he was met by stacks of pancakes, a miraculously clean kitchen, and a laughing group of teenagers.

Wally pushed three different plates towards him, grinning all over his face. "Morning! Have a pancake!"

"Those are lemon and sugar, those are cinnamon, and those have everything!" Robin added, obviously even more hyper than normal. "Is it training soon? Cool!"

He had chocolate sauce smeared on his cheek, making him look younger than ever. J'onn smiled and took a pancake.

"Sorry about this," Kaldur muttered.

By the time they reached the training hall, Robin could barely stay still. He tapped his fingers against his casts in a little repetitive pattern- taptaptap, taptap, taptaptaptap, tap- and chattered incessantly. Wally was already regretting letting him have syrup, chocolate sauce, and sugar in one pancake. J'onn gestured to the row of chairs in the centre of the room, and they all sat. Wally and Artemis positioned themselves on either side of Robin again. M'gann hovered uneasily, looking at the empty chair in confusion.

"M'gann, you will also be taking part in this exercise. It is important that you learn to force another reader out of your mind, too."

M'gann nodded and sat down next to Kaldur, looking a little less nervous. J'onn stood at the front of the room as if he was a regular teacher. Wally half expected him to start giving them a lecture on World War Two or something.

"When forcing a reader out of your mind, it is important that you do so in a way that does not damage your own mentality. This will take more time and practice than shielding your mind. It has to become instinctive, so that even if your mind is being taken under control, you will automatically resist."

"How do we do that?" Artemis asked, frowning at the prospect of more mind reading.

"The most effective method I've seen has been to imagine a large object swinging towards the reader, such as a wrecking ball or a fist." He glanced at Conner for a moment. "Most readers will reflexively break the connection, and- if you do it right- those who don't will be hit by a powerful mental force."

A few seconds of silence followed his statement as the team tried to understand what he meant.

J'onn cracked a smile. "So," he said, taking a step backwards, "who's first?"

Robin volunteered immediately, still buzzing with energy. Wally winced, but J'onn stepped forward anyway.

"Are you ready?" Robin nodded several times, somehow without dislodging his glasses. Wally and Artemis exchanged wary glances over the smaller boy's head.

J'onn's eyes glowed for a couple of seconds, then he stepped backwards, flinching slightly. "Robin, are you sure?"

Robin scowled under his sunglasses. "Yes."

"This is dangerous, it could hurt you."

"Will it work?"

"Yes, but-"

"That's all I need to know."

"But even Batman-"

Robin shook his head, cutting off the Martian. J'onn sighed, but recognised the 'Bat-stubbornness' radiating off the boy. The rest of the team exchanged confused glances.

J'onn went through the rest of them as he had yesterday, receiving mixed results. Artemis and Conner seemed particularly good at it, which was unsurprising given their defensive attitudes, but M'gann simply couldn't work out how not to let people in her mind. It went against everything she'd grown up with. Kaldur picked it up with the same placidity he showed to everything. By the time it was Wally's turn, he had an idea.

"Kid Flash, are you ready?"

"Yeah, go."

As soon as Wally felt the vague itching of a reader- and after yesterday, he was hyperaware of those things- he released the mental spring. In his imagination, a large comedy boxing glove bounced forwards. In real life, he was pretty sure J'onn ducked. Robin raised a hand to high-five him.

"Nice one, dude."

Wally barely had time to wonder how Robin had figured out what he was doing before he realised that J'onn was trying to get into his head again. Another mental projectile flew through his mind.

"Very impressive, Kid Flash," J'onn conceded. He paused for a few minutes, then beckoned to M'gann. "I know we worked on non-powered mind blocking yesterday, but it is undoubtedly advantageous for you to use your powers as well, especially if your enemy is not expecting it. Therefore, those of you with superpowers are going to work with me, while Artemis and Robin will work with Miss Martian to reinforce their barriers."

The team split up, with the metas going to the other end of the room while M'gann, Artemis and Robin staying at the chairs. Robin, still hyper, had just discovered that the chair swivelled and was spinning happily in circles like a little kid. Artemis leant on the chair to halt it, and Robin stared up at her with what could only be described as puppy-dog eyes. "Robin, we need to concentrate on training," she said firmly.

M'gann hovered nervously, as if she didn't know what to do. "So... Should I try and go into your minds, then?" she asked apprehensively, glancing over to where J'onn was apparently teaching Conner how to use his super strength mentally. Wally was leaning against the wall next to Kaldur, but he caught her eye, waved, and mouthed 'Hey babe'. Rolling her eyes, M'gann turned around again to see Artemis making a rude gesture back at him.

"Me first, me first!" Robin begged, spinning round on the chair again.

"Fine," M'gann said, sighing at how immature the boy could be when he was hyper.

Immediately, she plunged into his mind. He wasn't expecting it, and she caught a split-second glimpse of a large colourful tent before that wall of emotion slammed into her, harder than ever. Whether this was because of Robin's hyperactivity or because she'd almost gotten into his mind, M'gann wasn't sure. The impact made her slip. That was probably how she noticed. The smallest crack in the wall, like the sun shining through storm clouds. She moved towards it, carefully prising it apart. She had never seen any sign of weakness in Robin's wall before, so she took this to be an invitation, or a challenge. As she widened the crack, the wall seemed to be resisting her, stiffening and twitching. Vaguely, M'gann could hear a variety of sounds. A crowd cheering, screaming, a horrible, insane laugh, more screaming, shouting, and under it all was a dagger-sharp feeling of falling.

Someone was shouting her name. "M'gann, stop! M'gann!" Artemis. M'gann tried to pull back, but she was trapped in the wall, and the noises were getting louder. Images began to flicker in front of her eyes. Wally on the ground, arms outstretched to catch her as she hurtled down, falling, completely uncontrolled. She was trapped in a dark cave, and pain was shooting up her legs, and she was scared.

Not her, M'gann realised, shivering. Not her. These were Robin's memories, the ones he put into his wall. The wall she was breaking.

The pictures flew faster, and she saw teenagers, pushing and shoving, shouting. "Circus Freak! Learn to speak English, idiot!"

A faceless creature lurking in the shadows, twisting a knife between his long fingers. "I'm going to catch you, little bird. I'll catch you and pluck the skin from your little birdie bones, out of the shadows, when you don't even know I'm there..."

Then that overwhelming feeling of falling came back, and she saw a dark road, a long, long way down, tall buildings on either side. There were barely any cars moving on the road, and no lights on in the buildings. Something bright went flashing past her eyes, and she realised it was Robin's utility belt. The image swung dizzyingly, giving her a blurred glimpse of the moon and stars, and then suddenly, a pale face in a bright suit, unnaturally red lips parted in a terrifying laugh. Eyes glinted with delighted madness as he laughed. "Let's see how well the little Robin flies without his toys."

...FALLING...

M'gann thrashed desperately, trying to get out of Robin's mind. She could still hear screams, not in the memories, and it took her several seconds to realise that one of them was her. The other was Robin, sounding younger than she'd ever heard him.

"I can't," she thought in despair, trying to reach Robin, her uncle, anyone. "I can't get out, help me, please..."

Artemis was busy arguing with Wally through rudimentary sign language and mouthed insults when she heard M'gann gasp. Turning, she saw that both of her friends were hovering several meters from the ground. M'gann's eyes were glowing neon green, and her hands were shaking. Robin's body was tense and trembling, eyes squeezed shut tightly. He reminded her of that creepy party game, the one where they lifted the person up. Light as a feather, stiff as a board.

Then Artemis looked more closely, and saw a single tear trickling down Robin's face, out from under his closed eyes. "M'gann, stop!" she shouted. The martian gave no sign of having heard her. "M'gann!"

Suddenly, without warning, both of them began to scream. M'gann's was one of pain and fear, while Robin was crying out in that language he seemed to revert to whenever he was hurt or frightened.

"Help!" Artemis yelled to the other group, who had looked up at the sound of the screams. Wally got there first, quickly followed by the others. He looked between M'gann and Robin, confusion and panic in his eyes.

"What happened?" J'onn asked calmly, and Artemis was ridiculously glad there was a League member there.

"I don't know, they just..." she gestured hopelessly. Abruptly, there was a shrill pleading in all of their heads.

"I can't...I can't get out, help me, please..."

"That was Miss M," Wally said, glancing up at the Martian.

J'onn's eyes glowed as he tried to find out what was going on. Then they returned to normal. A grim look came over his face. "Be ready to catch them."

"What are you going to do?" Conner asked, already moving to stand under M'gann.

"I'm going to forcibly break the mental connection. This is likely to knock them both unconscious, and it will temporarily cancel out M'gann's powers, including levitation."

Wally and Artemis stood under Robin, exchanging worried glances. They all felt the mental shockwave as J'onn broke the mental connection, and suddenly, Robin landed in their arms, deathly pale and completely still. Vaguely, behind them, they could catch glimpses of M'gann shaking her head frantically. For a second she was a large, white creature, then J'onn's eyes glowed again and she was left crumpled on the ground, trembling and crying. Looking quite spectacularly awkward, Conner wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

Wally pressed two fingers to Robin's neck, cold fear growing in the pit of his stomach as he felt nothing. "Robin!"

J'onn knelt beside them, touching the boy's head with light hands. "M'gann accidentally breached his mental block. He was forced to relive the memories he built it from, which, as I told you yesterday, were of pain or fear."

Artemis gave a choked sob as she triple-checked for a pulse. "No, no, no..."

Wally's head was spinning as he remembered something Robin had said to him once. "Ever heard of 'dying from fear'? I've come pretty close a couple of times."

Beside him, Artemis had started pushing on the younger boy's chest, counting under her breath between sobs. "One, two, three, f-four..."

"I'm sorry," M'gann whispered, tears still streaming down her face. "I'm so sorry."

The team knelt around the fallen boy lying on the training room floor, the one who just minutes before had been hyper and happy.

Wally felt as if his entire world was falling apart, because this couldn't happen, Robin wasn't allowed to die. He was only thirteen, he hadn't even had a proper girlfriend or anything yet. He couldn't die.

Then, a stupid, crazy idea struck him.

He placed a hand over Artemis's shaking ones, stopping her counting. "Kaldur." The Atlantean's head was bowed, but he looked up. "Shock him." Wally was surprised at how steady his own voice was. What he was suggesting could kill Robin, seeing as he was pretty sure that Kaldur's electric powers were a lot stronger than any regular defibrillator. But he's already dead, a small voice in his head reminded him.

"Wally-"

"Do it!"

Kaldur placed a hand on Robin's shoulder and muttered some kind of Atlantean blessing. Then white-blue electricity crackled down his arm and into the younger boy. Robin's body jerked violently, then fell still. Wally checked for a pulse. Still nothing. Beside him, he was pretty sure Artemis was praying under her breath. M'gann and J'onn had their eyes closed. Conner just sat there, one arm around M'gann, looking completely shellshocked.

"Again!" Wally snapped desperately. Kaldur looked like he was about to protest, but another stream of electricity flowed into Robin's convulsing body. Wally had never been religious, but now he sent a silent message to anybody, anything who might be listening. Please, if you're there, bring him back. Please.

Kaldur sent another blast of electricity through Robin, even though Wally hadn't said anything.

Please.

Robin's body shook violently, then went still again.

Please.

Kaldur sat back, looking exhausted and less composed than Wally had ever seen him. Robin's body was smoking slightly, a hole singed through the fabric of his hoodie. "I'm sorry, Wally. But there's nothing we can do."

Please. Anything.

With shaking hands, Wally checked his friend's pulse.

Nobody moved.

Then, Robin twitched. A low whimper escaped his throat, and Wally felt the unmistakeable movement of a pulse beneath his fingers.

Thank you.

"He's alive," Wally said, voice cracking with relief. He didn't think he'd ever been so glad in his life before. Behind them, they heard the buzz of the zeta beams.

Recognised: Speedy, B02.

Footsteps rushed across the floor, stopping abruptly as they saw the tears on their faces, realised the implication of Wally's words as he repeated them without taking his fingers from Robin's pulse.

Roy knelt on the floor, placing a hand on Robin's forehead, and glaring at Wally with a look which clearly demanded an explanation.

"I thought you said he was fine?"

An angry Roy was not something you wanted to meet. Once J'onn had taken Robin to the medical bay, and the others, bar Artemis, had slipped away, looking shaken, and in M'gann's case literally shaking, the archer had lunged forward and pinned Wally to the wall, a heavily muscled forearm cutting off his air. "What the hell, West!" Wally squirmed uselessly, eyes wide in panic. "What just happened?"

"He'd tell you if you'd let him go!"

Wally barely had time to register the blonde blur coming towards them before there was a sharp slap, and he fell to the ground. To give Roy credit, he didn't reach out to touch the reddening mark on his cheek, instead transferring his glare to Artemis. "What do you want, Crock?" he sneered, like a playground bully.

Artemis stood her ground, hands balled into fists, tear tracks still on her face. "One of my friends just died in front of me, Harper, so start playing nice."

Wally resisted the urge to snap his fingers and say "Ooh, burn!" He really needed to work on this 'react to horrifically tense situations with jokes' thing.

The two archers glared at each other for several long seconds. The air seemed to become heavier as Roy raised a shaking fist, and Artemis gritted her teeth, clenching her own fists harder. Wally released a long breath he hadn't realised he'd been holding as Roy backed away, sliding down the wall and putting his head in his hands. The speedster sat next to him, pressing a comforting hand to his shoulder.

"Dude, it's okay, he's going to be fine," he said quietly.

"He's Robin, remember?" Artemis said, sitting beside Wally.

Roy shook his head. "I walk in, and you're all sitting there crying. I was going to ask who died, and then you said he was alive," he mumbled, voice muffled. "And I didn't think you meant him, and then I saw him...god, Wally, what happened?"

Shakily, stumbling over his words, Wally explained, Artemis chipping in every so often with a detail he'd missed. By the time they finished, they were stunned into silence, from shock and the realisation that Robin could have died, that he did die.

Then Conner appeared at the door, with a look on his face which he usually only has when he's trying to get away from something, because it's too loud or confusing and he doesn't know how to react. "Martian Manhunter needs your help," he said flatly, not seeming to notice that they all had tears in their eyes.

"Why?" Wally asked, standing up slowly. He had a feeling he already knew the answer, going by the sinking feeling in his stomach, but he asked anyway.

"Robin," was all the clone needed to say, and then Wally was gone in a blur. Artemis and Roy exchanged worried glances and jogged after him.

By the time they reached the medical bay, Wally was already in the room. Peering through the glass window they could see him standing with his back to them, talking to J'onn urgently, and they could see Robin, thrashing and twisting as much as the heavy casts on his legs allowed him to. The soundproof glass prevented them from hearing the younger boy's screams, but Artemis covered her mouth with her hands to stop a sob escaping. A thin line of blood was running from Roy's mouth as he bit his lip so hard the rest of his face tightened like a spring. In the room, Wally bent over the bed, gripping Robin's shoulders to hold his head still. They could see his face now, although Robin's was still blocked, and his eyes were wide and panicked, freckles standing out on a pale face. He was shouting too, directly at the younger boy. The two archers vaguely noted that the word didn't have enough syllables, was the wrong shape on his lips to be 'Robin', but they didn't give the matter much more thought. Wally raised his hand desperately, bringing it down hard, and they saw Robin's body become still at last. The younger boy's hands shot out to grab Wally's arms, still shaking slightly, and J'onn walked over to stand beside them, talking to both boys quickly.

Wally looked ready to cry. His face was taut and brittle-looking as he ran a hand through his hair anxiously. He stared at his other hand miserably, glancing back to where the mark on Robin's face must have been. J'onn rested a hand on his shoulder, gesturing towards the door, and Wally glanced back to the bed before standing up and walking away.

Artemis and Roy caught a glimpse of J'onn reaching towards Robin before diving around the corner as quietly as possible. A second later, Wally sped past, seemingly without even noticing them.

M'gann sat hunched in the corner of the lounge, rocking back and forth as she tried to control the silent sobs shaking her frame. She had turned herself invisible, although she knew it wouldn't fool her uncle or Conner.

She felt horrible.

This was the second time her powers had hurt her team, the people she called friends. Except this was worse than the simulation. That was all pretend.

This time, she had killed Robin. She had seen the pallor of his skin and the the tears on her friend's faces. She had seen him moan and whimper as he was brought back, but he had still been dead, and she had still killed someone.

And even that wasn't bad enough. She had broken into the boy's worst memories, the ones he kept hidden and buried. The horrible, eerie voices, the man in the shadows, the Joker; she'd heard of the Joker, the madman who terrified Gotham. M'gann frowned, trying to work out how old Robin had been when he'd faced the villain. He couldn't have been older than ten, maybe eleven.

Bile rose in her throat as she remembered the glimpses of the worst memories, the ones Robin kept buried so deep, she had only caught blurred glimpses of a red and yellow tent, a trapeze, blood splattered across the floor, a horribly scared childlike scream, and the very first dream of falling.

With a shudder, M'gann realised that the wall she had broken into was the only thing stopping him from going insane. Her uncle was probably trying to piece it together now, to repair it enough to save the boy's mind.

She buried her face in her knees and cried.

Then strong arms wrapped themselves around her, hesitantly, then more tightly.

"I can hear you crying," Conner said, and she flickered visible again. The clone adjusted his hold accordingly, and let her cry into the S-shield on his chest until all her tears were spent.

"I killed him," M'gann whispered miserably, the words hurting her throat. "He died because of me."

"And now he's alive again," Conner said patiently.

"But..."

"Super-hearing. I could hear his heart, then I didn't hear it, and then I could hear it again. Like I can hear yours now."

She sniffed. "But I still killed him, Conner."

The clone sighed. "Did you mean to? Would you do it again?"

"Of course not, but-"

"It's going to be okay," he said firmly. He said it again, and again, until she gave in and nodded.

Wally ran until he was several metres out to sea before he stopped and realised where he was. And of course, as soon as he stopped, he sank and found himself floundering in water just above his head.

"Seriously?" he moaned, getting a mouthful of salty water in the process. Then something grabbed his ankle.

Wally yelped, doggy-paddling backwards, until he recognised Kaldur's dark skin and tattoos. "Wally, what are you doing?"

"Um..."

Seeing that he wasn't the best at swimming (he could swim, he just preferred running over the water), the Atlantean towed Wally to a point where he could stand with his head above water before folding his arms and fixing him with a stern look. "Stop blaming yourself."

"What?"

"There was nothing you could do, just as there was nothing any of us could do to help." Kaldur's tone was calm and reasonable, but Wally could see the worry in his eyes.

"You helped," he said, dropping his gaze to the water, watching as a piece of seaweed swayed backwards and forwards next to his elbow, caught in the tiny currents swirling from Kaldur's fingertips.

"Only because you told me to," the Atlantean replied quietly, subtly admitting his own failure as leader. "What happened?"

"Nothing."

"Wally, running into the sea is not normal behaviour, even for you."

Wally closed his eyes briefly, trying to blank out the memory of his best friend's screams. "He was...screaming," he said uncertainly. "Martian Manhunter had tried to sedate him, and he just..." Robin had been thrashing and twisting, casted legs thumping against the bed. Tears of fear and pain were streaming down his face after he'd scrabbled at his face, knocking his mask loose. Even when Wally had shouted at him, "Dick! Dick, listen to me, wake up! Dick!", he hadn't even paused. The speedster had been forced to slap him to shock him out of it.

"Wally, are you alright?" Wally nodded, wiping away the tears he hadn't noticed. Kaldur put a hand on his shoulder. "You're shivering," he said, giving him a gentle push towards the shore.

Before they could enter the mountain, Wally turned to face the Atlantean. "What about you? Are you okay?"

Kaldur shrugged ruefully. "Why do you think I was there in the first place?" he replied, nodding back to the ocean.

Batman arrived less than two hours later, and left with Robin soon after. although they only knew it by the computer announcements.

They didn't hear anything about Robin for nearly a week afterwards.

Wally wore out two carpets pacing, and between Artemis, Roy (who had simply refused to leave until they got news) and Conner, not a single piece of equipment escaped impalement or damage. Kaldur distracted himself with stacks of books, anything he could find, ranging from fantasy novels to calculus to natural history. M'gann spent most of her time sitting on her own, flinching every time someone tried to speak to her. After a couple of days, Wally took charge of staging an intervention, which was a terrible idea, but none of them realised that until he had made them all creep into the room, feeling like complete idiots as they raised their hands in the air.

"Get down, Mr President!"

Ignoring the Martian's squeals, the group tackle-hugged her from behind, not releasing her until Roy elbowed his way out of the tangle they'd ended up in, grumbling about 'stupid Wally' and 'stupid teamwork'.

"See, you didn't hurt us," Conner said bluntly, not noticing the way Wally and Artemis, who'd been on either side of him, were wincing and holding their ribs. M'gann giggled, and after that she didn't seem so afraid of her powers.

And then Robin came back.

Recognised, Robin, B01.

They fell over almost as soon as they got through the doorframe. It was probably Roy's fault, seeing as he kept forgetting that the lounge didn't actually have a door. Either way, they ended up in a sprawled heap in front of the zeta beam, with a familiar cackle filling the air around them.

"Asterous welcome, guys."

They untangled themselves and stood to see Robin rolling himself forwards, in a sleek black wheelchair. Batman nodded towards them before vanishing back through the zeta beams.

Immediately, they erupted in questions. Robin raised his hands to fend them off, laughing slightly. "Slow down! I'm only here for about a day. Some criminal broke out in Gotham, and Al- Agent A had to go deal with a family emergency back in England, so you guys get to babysit me. Yay?"

Everyone stared at him for a second, before Wally replied with a whoop, and they all started to head down the corridor.

"Which criminal broke out?" Artemis asked casually.

"Uh...Joker," Robin replied. Only Wally caught the grimaces which flickered across both his and M'gann's faces as he said the name.

Once they reached the lounge, sprawling out on various couches and armchairs, silence fell again.

"Hey, Miss M," Robin stage-whispered across the room. "You can look up, you know. I won't bite." The Martian glanced up nervously from her position on the edge of an armchair. Robin grinned. "Promise."

Then M'gann literally flew at him, wrapping her arms around him with so much force his chair rolled back a few paces. "I'm sorry, I'm so, so sorry," they could hear her sobbing into his neck.

"It's okay," he whispered, hugging her back. "It's okay, M'gann."

Once things had calmed down a little, Wally leaned forward in his seat. "So you're fine now? You know..." Lacking a better description, he tapped the side of his head.

Robin raised an eyebrow. "More or less, yes," he replied, mimicking Wally's actions. "J'onn managed to salvage enough of my 'barrier' to prevent serious trauma and stuff, but until I can stabilise it more, I'm kind of easily triggered, I guess."

"Right," Wally replied, mind already working out exactly what these triggers could be. His stomach gave a loud rumble, and Artemis rolled her eyes.

"You're like a freaking cuckoo clock, Baywatch."

"One that goes off at lunchtime," Robin added with a smirk.

M'gann offered to make lunch, and Artemis and Kaldur instantly offered to help (or make sure it was edible). Conner suggested green cake, and Roy made the mistake of asking what that was. Wally did offer to help, but was promptly kicked out again.

"Not a chance, Kid Chaos!"

"Seriously? Wally plus food? No way."

"No offence, Wally, but there's not a lot of space."

Slightly miffed, Wally turned away from the door only to nearly trip over Robin's wheelchair. "Dude!" he spluttered indignantly. "How the hell can you be a ninja in a wheelchair!"

Robin just smirked and rolled away. Wally chased after him, and grabbed the handles on the back of the wheelchair, pulling the younger boy to a stop.

"Hey," he said, turning the chair sideways and leaning against the opposite wall.

"Hey," Robin replied. He frowned quizzically. "Why are you staring at me like that?"

Wally shrugged. "Just... haven't seen you for a while."

Robin pulled a face. "I know. Batman went into total overprotective mode. I probably wouldn't even be here today if Alfred's brother hadn't gone into hospital. As it is, I'm not even allowed crutches anymore. I have to use this thing. It's like I'm grounded or something."

Wally bit back a smile. They could hear pieces of an argument, mainly between Roy and Artemis, coming from the kitchen.

"Believe it or not, I am actually capable of carrying plates by myself!"

"Not all of them at once! We're not a circus act, Harper!"

Wally heard the tiny gasp Robin gave, and he immediately knelt in front of the younger boy. "Hey, Rob, listen," he said quickly, seeing the way his friend's hands were digging in to the arms of the chair. "It's okay, it's just a memory, nothing to be afraid of."

Robin nodded shakily, exhaling in a long breath. "Just a memory. Right." He trailed off, eyes fixed on somewhere in the distance. Wally snapped his fingers in front of his face.

"Earth to Robin? Hello? I'm guessing they've got food now, should we go?"

Robin blinked a couple of times and nodded. "Sure."

Wally grabbed the handles of the wheelchair again, eyeing up the long corridor. "Ready?"

Robin twisted round. "Wally, what are you-" The rest of the sentence was left behind at the end of the corridor as Wally ran, with full super speed, pushing the wheelchair in front of him. The speedster slowed to a halt inches before the opposite wall, and turned round, walking sedately down the hall into the lounge.

"What are you two laughing about?" Roy asked, setting a large plate of sandwiches on the table.

Robin and Wally exchanged glances. "Nothing," they said together.

Roy rolled his eyes, but as he turned away, he smiled. Not that he'd ever let those two know.

He'd never hear the end of it.

The End.