This is a very short one shot inspired by Black Friar's Volatile universe. If you haven't read her stories, and you love Young Justice, specifically Robin, go check them out now! For those of you who haven't read them, Jason is older and the Red Hood, and Robin is only thirteen in this one-shot.

Reckless

Come on, Jason urged his motorcycle. Faster!

The hero could see Robin in the distance, hunched over his red and yellow cycle as he sped through the streets at breakneck speeds. Jason was gaining on him, but slowly, far more slowly than he was ok with. He needed to be next to the kid, and he needed to be there now.

"Time!" he growled into his communicator.

"Two minutes, four seconds," came Robin's tense reply. He weaved in between traffic, ignoring the honks and angry yells from the drivers.

Shit, Jason cursed mentally, revving his engine and speeding forward. He watched as Robin suddenly swerved to the left, heading down the main street towards the west side of Gotham.

Seconds later, Jason did the same, cringing at the squealing tires and smell of burnt rubber.

"What the hell are you doing?"

"I won't make it to the city limits," Robin answered. "Not in time."

"So what's your plan, then? Drive it into the Narrows? It's sparse but not uninhabited, you know," Jason shot back, his nerves making his stomach flip. His hands gripped the handlebars of his motorcycle so tight, he could hardly feel his fingers.

"Not exactly," was all that Robin said.

Jason growled in frustration and urged his motorcycle faster. At the rate the kid was driving, he'd never catch up. "Yes, Robin, be more cryptic. That's really helpful!"

"Chill, RH, I've got this," Robin replied confidently. Jason wasn't fooled. He could hear the undertones of uncertainty.

"You want me to chill? You're joking. You have a freaking bomb strapped to your motorcycle!" he raged.

"I do?! Gosh, why didn't anyone tell me?!" Robin shot back with a laugh.

Robin's cycle made a sharp right, and Jason followed. In the distance, the Gotham City bridge rose over the water, its bright lights making the clouds look brown and smoky.

Jason's blood froze. "Time?"

"Thirty seconds."

Jason's tirade of curses would have had Alfred shoving a bar of soap into his mouth. They were on the bridge now, speeding past cars and weaving in between them.

"What are you doing, kid?" Jason demanded, his eyes narrowed and focused on the small figure darting between cars in front of him. "What are you planning?"

"Nothing you'll like, trust me."

"Damn it, Robin! Just slow down and let me get beside you so you can bail! You need to get off of there now!"

"Not a chance. I know what I'm doing."

"Wait, what are you-Robin STOP!" Jason shouted. Robin swerved his motorcycle all the way to the right, and using a parked car as a ramp, he drove up and over the railing, and into the open air.

"ROBIN!"

Jason could only watch as the motorcycle soared into the night over Gotham's polluted river. Impossibly, the small figure riding it stood, then back flipped off of it. Robin turned in midair, pulled his grapple gun from his belt, and fired.

Jason couldn't breathe as he sped toward the scene, watching the line attach to one of the huge beams of the bridge. Robin swung, and the motorcycle exploded.

The radius of the blast was larger than Jason had expected, and he watched in horror as the force of the blast sped up Robin's momentum and slammed him into the steel beam. The boy fell to the sidewalk and didn't move.

"Robin! ROBIN!" Jason didn't bother parking his motorcycle. The moment he was close enough, he leapt off of it with a roll to break his fall, and slid to his knees beside the fallen figure; his heart leapt in his throat. The screams and shouts of the civilians around him were barely heard as he reached with shaking hands to turn Robin onto his back…

Only to be met with a huge, ridiculous grin.

All at once Jason was drowning in relief and tremendous rage.

"Did you see that?! Oh man, wait until I tell KF about this! That was so astrous!" Robin's smile threatened to split his face open.

Jason grabbed the boy's shoulders tightly, trying to suppress the urge to throttle him. "What the hell were you thinking?! You could've been killed! You could have died!"

"But I didn't. That was awesome!" Robin cackled, then paled, putting his hands to his side with a gasp.

"That was stupid and reckless, and you've definitely busted some ribs," Jason shot back, his hands ghosting over Robin's chest and the back of his head. "And you most likely have a concussion. And if you ever, ever do that to me again, so help me I will toss you off this bridge myself!"

"Yeah, got it," Robin said through clenched teeth. "No more flying off of bridges with a bomb strapped to my motorcycle or any other death defying stunts while you're around."

"Or ever," Jason emphasized angrily as he helped Robin to his feet. "You're grounded for a year!"

Robin laughed softly, his arm wrapped around his middle as Jason led him to his motorcycle, which had slid on its side some distance away. "Nice try, RH, but you can't ground me."

"No, but Batman most definitely can and will once he sees the footage of your little stunt."

"What are you talki-oh crap," Robin looked up at the news helicopter circling the bridge and paled even further.

"Feeling the aster now, kid?" Jason sneered, righting his motorcycle. "Forget me, Batman's going to kill you."

"Forget Batman," Robin corrected, gingerly climbing onto the bike behind Jason with a pained grimace. "Alfred's going to make sure I never see the light of day again."