"Oh, thank god," Black Canary exhaled.

Batman even grabbed Robin for a hug that would have normally surprised everyone if they hadn't been so distracted from the scare. Although Batman snapped out of it when he saw the blood on his arm remembering Robin still had wounds.

"I was in a coma," Robin blurted out, his eyes huge.

"We're aware man," Wally laughed.

"Yes, now lay back so I can treat the rest of your wounds," Batman pulled the boy back and started to stitch close the gash on his arm.

Robin was speechless, breathing in raspy breathes as he felt his relief to be back wash over him.

"The Joker's out of my mind now, right?"

"We won't know until we find a cure for the toxin," Batman went on, back to his business self.

"So I could go back into a coma?" Robin asked.

"We don't know that yet, Robin," Batman told him strictly.

"Or maybe the effects are over and I'll be okay,"

"We don't know that either,"

"What do we know?"

"That you're alive and out of your coma,"

Later that Night:

"I can express how relieved I am that Master Dick is well now," Alfred spoke up.

"He's resting for the next few days, but he's out of the coma," Bruce responded. "But we don't have any idea if that chemical will evaporate from his mind on its own, and if not where we're going to find a cure."

After a long silence Alfred spoke up, "Have you spoke to him about the Child Protective Services?"

"No, I don't want to worry him," Bruce rubbed his face in exhaustion, "as you saw he doesn't look too well Alfred. The child protective services see him like that and I can't guarantee they'll believe anything he says."

"Then we'll have to come up with a most convincing story, won't we?"

Bruce nodded, "Dick can't go back to the orphanage Alfred, I know he had only been there a short time but you remember how it was. They take him away and we lose more than Robin from the team, we lose Dick too."

"And we're not going to let that happen sir," Alfred assured him, "now get some rest. We'll talk over it in the morning."

One Day Later:

"What?"

"I should have been more careful," Bruce apologized, "I should have known someone was bound to become suspicious. There were many other things going on and we forgot about keeping your identity safe. . . . You have to talk to the Child Protective Services or their going to bring me to court-"

"And bring me back to the orphanage. . . ." Dick's voice trailed as he pondered to himself, "and they're going to wonder why I look like I've just been tortured."

"We'll figure something out to stop this from happening," Bruce told him, "don't worry."

A Few Weeks Later:

Dick told the Child Protective Services that he had it was all a misunderstanding, he lied and told them he did it to himself and had recently got into a fight. With enough convincing they took his word and felt him with a few months of counseling, although more people digging into his mind was the last thing he wanted. And to their luck the chemical had evaporated a lot within time, although Dick could not deny that somewhere in his mind he could still feel the Joker's slippery gloves holding onto a recess deep within his mind. He didn't believe he'd ever be able to truly block out that sinister laugh that entered his mind when he turned out the lights.

END

Feel free to hate me for ending it, but with a new season of Young Justice there's a lot of things different and I know the Young Justice Fanfiction section is going to update most characters soon so I didn't want to drag this on. Thanks so much for reading, if you enjoyed check out my other stories they're just as twisted as this one. Please don't try to get me to keep writing, there's not much else I can do for this story anyways. So thanks again, it meant a lot!