Welcome to my little story!

So like any good Klarion/Robin fan, you've already gone and read 'Scientifically Supernatural' by SParkie96, which was a huuuuuuge inspiration in this creation.

I'd like to say thank you to Rose Hunter; she played a big part in the making of this, going through my writing and giving me opinions and ideas. In fact, a lot of the last scene is from an idea she gave me. She's also an expert with Klarion, so that helped a lot too; she's definitely my little FF angel! :D

This took about two (2!) weeks to write and came out to be 20 pages (including the A/N here and at the bottom), it's the longest thing I've ever written (my past record was 8 pages, so I'm pretty happy!), please don't be shy to criticize or point out my mistakes.

This is rated T for slight swearing, light violence and implications of sexual arousal.

Enjoy!

The first time he hears of the child, Klarion is pissed. Of course, everything even slightly off from what he wants infuriates him, but he does not tolerate people attempting to steal from him.

It's immediately after an incident at Cadmus. Doctor Desmond requires a meeting with all of them when a problem arises concerning Project Kr. Klarion is not happy, not happy indeed. The only reason he isn't freaking out is because the little thieves were caught before too much damage was done and are now in their possession. Perhaps Project Kr is not exactlyhis, but Cadmus and its creation are created to serve him...and the Light, but no one cares about them.

"Three sidekicks," oh how he loves the trembling fear in Desmond's voice caused just by their presence! "Robin, Aqualad and Kid Flash..."

Robin. Really...that's it? He snickers to himself, what high and mighty hero in the making got a name for a title? The other two give some sort of indication at what they're for - Aqua, something to do with water, and Kid Flash must be of some relation to the infamous Flash - and of course 'Klarion the Witch Boy' takes the bare minimum of brain cells to understand what he's about, but Robin is nothing more than a name, five silly letters with no significance.

Hardly threatening.

Yet, this Robin had managed to break into 52 sublevels of genomorphs and all that ridiculous technological security (which Desmond swore was impenetrable) and battle against Superman's clone (and not die) with only two other companions.

Maybe a little threatening.

The rest of Desmond's words simply float in the air around his head, nothing but the gist of it all breaching his ears: the sidekicks freed Project Kr (his claws dig painfully into his palms at this news. How dare they try to take what was his!), the clone was still under control (his claws are stained slightly red when he releases his own flesh and relaxes with that news), the Justice League is unaware their young partners are there. Hmm, more interesting information, but Klarion stores only the names of the infuriating troublemakers that dare to cross the Light.

"What should I do with them?" Shaky. Unsure. Willing to obey whatever answer he's given. Klarion enjoys this pathetic Desmond more with every passing second.

"Clone them. The substitutes will serve the Light. And only the Light."

"And the originals?"

"Dispose of them. Leave no trace."

Of course he agrees with the decision. Anything that threatens the Light as much as they do could only serve them or perish.

But Klarion still sighs. It would have been nice to see what made this Robin character - super power unknown - threatening enough to be cloned and disposed of. The clones never quite capture everything about their originals.

The first time he hears of the child, Klarion is almost disappointed at the end of it all.

The time comes around when the Light is informed that all the little kiddies escaped with their Project Kr and, to top it off, this Robin person destroyed the cloning chambers containing his, Aqualad's and Kid Flash's DNA. The announcer is some freaky genomorph named Dubbilex who refuses to flinch away with their shouts of rage at the deliverance of the news.

Klarion sends a wave of anger and energy at the closest thing to him. He is so blinded with fury that he can't even remember what the object was before it became rubble and ash.

He assumes the rest of the Light doesn't take the news much better, but he doesn't care what their actions are. How dare these worthless children take what is his? How dare they interfere with his plans? How dare they not shrink back in fear from him and his colleagues? Klarion's anger spreads further when this genomorph, their own creation, does not reel in terror from their uncontrollable anger.

The pops and cracks of destruction are drowned out in one his infamous tantrums (which he does not have half as often as Ra's al Ghul claims, thank you very much) and he even loses his vision for a while when all he sees is red. Teekl scrambles from his lap, scurrying about between explosions as he destroys item after item, bits of everything everywhere, the sharp shrapnel of it all reflecting his own dangerous mood.

Who are these little brats? Why are they so intent on messing up the Light's plans? Why were they even in Cadmus to begin with?

Who in the hell is this little Robin sidekick whose name keeps his abilities in the dark and was smart enough - in the midst of running for his life - to destroy their essence of him and his friends? Why can't his name give some sort of hint as to what he can do? Why are this mystery child and his friends causing more chaos in the Light than the Lord of Chaos himself?

Another question bubbles in the with boy's mind that unleashes something much more terrifying than anger in Klarion, an emotion whose name he is completely unsure of.

Why is he plagued with so much curiosity about this little good-doer?

Thankfully, the curiosity fades with new things, better things than just pondering a silly sidekick whom Klarion doesn't even have a face to match with.

More than a month passes in the human world before Klarion is reminded of Robin. Sensei informs them all of the successfully retrieved S.T.A.R. Labs Intel and Klarion gives a silent, sarcastic cheer. He doesn't really care much for any of that nonsense and is blind as to how it helps them. In fact, he hadn't even wanted to show up to this meeting at all.

"But the Wayne Tech intel...still eludes us."

'Why should we care again?' He drums his fingers on Teekl's head who meows a ruffled meow at him and his sharp claws. He joined the Light because it seemed like fun, not to be bored to death and back within the time span of any meeting they've ever had.

"Once again, the young heroes interfere, so it's..."

Ra's al's voice fades into simple background noise as Klarion's ears finally pick up on something good. Young heroes? Once again? When had young heroes interfered with them?

He can't even remember whatever it is they're talking about when rage swells in him, beginning in the pit of his stomach and spreading out until Teekl jumps off his lap when his black claws curl into her fur with the strong, unrecognizable emotion flowing through her master.

The anger courses through him and brings along the memories of the escaped Project Kr. The little twats that broke into their top facility. The failed attempt to make more clones out of power-wielding sidekicks. The destroying of Cadmus.

How could he have forgotten about the brats? Foiling the Light's nearly-half year plan in just an hour! Those were not enemies to be forgotten about.

Yet, he can not remember all of their names. The only name that comes to mind is...Robin.

The fury drains at the name and Klarion is left standing amidst a wreckage he had been unaware he was causing.

Robin. Ah yes, the little sidekick who confused him so and had rather impressed the witch boy without ever actually meeting.

The little twerp and his friends (Klarion can still not remember their names) had gotten in the way again, protecting Cadmus' associates and even destroyed the Fog.

Surprisingly, Klarion just slumps back in his chair once more and stares at the static screen. When had the Light ended the meeting with Sensei? It doesn't matter. He takes a weary look around at so many destroyed possessions. He doesn't remember owning so much useless crap. He huffs out a breath of whatever; it's not like he had any use for human objects.

He attributes his lack of reaction to the strong anger burst he just had moments beforehand, but it doesn't seem quite right. One of their greatest weapons and most important plans had been ruined by Robin...and friends. He should be enraged with them all.

But he isn't.

He's almost...impressed.

Strange.

Then again, the emotion seemed to come into play a lot whenever the little Robin is a part of something.

He can't help it, he is interested in the Robin character. Well, more interested in why he's so impressed by a sidekick he had never heard of up until the human's last month, but since when does he care about details?

So he began asking around, pestering members of the Light (for information on all the sidekicks as to avoid suspicion), drifting through human newspapers for any news of the little hero in the making (he never found a single picture of him in any paper, apparently Robin was a little camera shy), getting what he could out of anyone he knew who had a link to the human realm.

There is so much to the child!

His full title is Robin, the Boy Wonder; Klarion scoffs at that. It gave him no further idea of what the boy's abilities are, though the name confirmed that Robin is indeed a boy and that Klarion hasn't been incorrect to refer to the child so often as a 'he'.

As if the Lord of Chaos could ever be wrong.

The child is also the first ever side-kick of a Justice League member. That piece of information quickly changed Klarion's attitude from impressed to awed. Robin was becoming more special with every bit of news.

The boy is the youngest sidekick as to date; one of the founding members of the original Young Justice; a mere 13 years old (Klarion grins at the age: 13, the unluckiest number to exist); protege to the Batman (see? Something to do with bats, why couldn't the sidekick be as simple?) who's some famous Gotham hero...without actual powers.

And apparently the little Robin followed suit.

No super strength.

No flight.

No element manipulation.

No anything.

...What?

He has to re-cap it all: some helpless young boy had proven himself to be of value to the world's greatest protectors? An ordinary child had earned the title 'Boy Wonder' while having nothing of wonder? A boy at the earliest stages of becoming a teenager was seen best-suited to be the youngest of a team of life-risking children?

One everyday, off the streets kid had outwitted the Light, freed the Man of Steel's clone, hacked into 52 sub-levels of scientific monsters, destroyed the Fog and stood up to him and his 'co-workers' without so much as a second thought to the consequences.

Klarion can't get his head around it.

Some sidekick without powers had done all that?

And that, that, is the fact that twists Klarion's curiosity about the Boy Wonder into pure fascination.

His fascination festers and blooms over the next week and Klarion is beginning to get rather angry with himself. The Lord of Chaos can not afford to be to so...so...infatuated with a human! A bloody non-powered human!

So that's why when Teekl - who's been bored for days just sitting around with her master - meows an idea of attempting to go for the Helmet of Fate once more, Klarion crushes his familiar to his chest in a silent cry of thank you.

Ugh, he had been desperate enough to show a sign of gratitude.

At least it's only to Teekl.

So he enlists Abra Kadabra, some phony magician whose ego is almost as big as his own, but it's better than just looking for more news on the stupid Boy Wonder.

They kidnap Kent Nelson, torture him, he's stubborn, yadda yadda.

Klarion squirms a little too happily in his seat while watching the pathetic old man once used to house Nabu's power get electrocuted over and over and bites his lip with every groan of pain; he can't help it: he wouldn't be the Lord of Chaos if he wasn't a little sadistic.

Or a lot.

Shut up.

Then Teekl, the little ball of fur who suggested it all, meows and purrs that a group of sidekicks is outside their very building at this exact moment and Klarion all but leaps from his front row seat of the glorious Torture Nelson concert and flies over to where Teekl meowed their position is, leaving the cat behind in the excitement.

And then the excitement fades to disappointment.

He has been keeping tabs on Robin and friends and knows there are six members of the Young Justice Clowns, alas, there are only five outside.

Two are girls, so Klarion ignores them as soon as he spots them. One he recognizes as Project Kr and bites back the urge to use his magic to take back his weapon. There's a red-head, but he had ran into the group in little more than blur, and Robin wouldn't be Robin if he had a power, so the speedster is also ignored; the power of the ginger sidekick sounds familiar, Klarion was probably suppose to remember the boy for something, but nevermind that. The last member is dark-skinned and tall, managing to hold his head high with humbleness. He is...uninteresting to say the least. Mature-looking. Dull. The Lord of Chaos may have sunken low enough to be fascinated with a human (not even a super hero...or super sidekick. Whatever.), but the Lord of Chaos is not low enough to be fascinated by a boring human.

So the little Robin hadn't come with them?

Anger and confusion (the later the cause of the former) bubble in his stomach, but Teekl hops into his arms and nuzzles against him in her only attempt to ever calm him as Abra arrives with Nelson right behind.

Inhale.

Pet Teekl.

Exhale.

Robin's probably not that interesting in person anyway. He'd just be a disappointment.

Inhale.

Don't even think about Boy Bloody Wonder.

Exhale.

Scratch behind her ear.

Keep calm.

He has to do something to release just a bit of all the pent up emotion, so Klarion happily mocks Abra and his pretend magic with some scientific words the blonde girl and Speed Boy deemed the illusions to be, his grin faltering when the magician admits rather quickly to it all.

No Robin meant no interest in the team, so they take off. He and Abra use Nelson as a hostage into the Tower, travel through a maze of upside down staircases, Nelson is too stubborn for his own good, Abra tortures him and Klarion licks his lips with sadistic glee.

But then Blondie and Speed Boy burst in and Klarion isn't even sure how they managed to do it, but there they are laying on the floor not too far away. They conjure Nelson over with his own staff (who very rudely knocks into Klarion on his flight) and disappear in an elevator Nelson manages to create and everything just went from bad to worse to temper tantrum time in all of 30 seconds.

Being the Lord of freaking Chaos, there were few times Klarion was ever denied what he wanted. And it just so happens that he wants the Helmet of Fate and Blondie and Speed Boy are taking off with his only access to it.

So he throws a fit, shooting out beams of pure energy to allow his anger an escape, but the elevator shuts in time to protect the three people he loathes so much at the moment.

The elevator should have disintegrated once his magic hit it.

But whatever.

He and Abra wander around the maze of trippy steps in silence until voices reach witch ears and they take off in the direction. He and the faux magician see six people standing together and Klarion's immediately enthralled; Robin has finally shown up! But then he remembers one of the six is Nelson and his rage with the elder is doubled for the false hope his figure had instilled.

Abra takes care of four of the twerps while he flies with a hissing Teekl in his arms into the bell to follow Nelson and the other little hero.

They're on a roof and Nelson dies and the Speed Boy puts on the Helmet and unleashes Nabu and Teekl is hurt and Klarion dispatches in a puff of smoke after he loses. Well, the Lord of Chaos never loses, he simply retreats...after not winning.

So no Helmet of Fate to rule the worlds with and back to his own boring realm until he nurses Teekl back to health so he can be stabilized in the human world once more.

Sigh.

It's not long for Teekl to heal, just days in the human world, but Klarion doesn't enjoy the people from his realm (though he doesn't particularly enjoy people from the human realm either), they always think the Lord of Chaos is up to no good.

They're always right of course.

But he's still bored and almost a little lonely, so Klarion spends his immeasurable time in his home realm petting Teekl and occasionally being kind enough to feed her warm milk from a bottle as she snuggles against him with her bandaged side up. Teekl usually makes for good company, but not while injured, so he wastes most of the endless time with his thoughts.

Not thoughts about where his plan went wrong.

Not thoughts of what he'll tell the Light for why he's been gone so long.

Not angry thoughts at any of the wannabe heroes or Nelson or even Nabu.

Just thoughts about why a certain sidekick didn't show up to the battle.

And a few on why he is so disappointed by the absence.

It is becoming...frustrating to say the least. Klarion hates himself for being so obsessed with the Boy Wonder and for someone as self-absorbed as Klarion, it takes a lot to hate yourself.

But being the Lord of Chaos and existing for as long as he did, few things in any realm are enough to fascinate you. He has seen (and played a part in) the collapsing of entire civilizations, the slaughter of millions, the torture of the innocent that gave him a grin the Joker would envy.

He' seen it all. But the concept of Robin just...eludes him. Klarion chuckles at that; he even picked up eluded, the word best used to describe the boy, from a meeting about Robin and friends.

Then he scowls; this is not a laughing matter.

Since his mind has decided it will only think of Robin, Klarion thinks about why this certain sidekick stood out from the others; what is it that makes him so special? Then he realizes he doesn't know who the other little heroes are. There had been several other mini-heroes that helped Nelson out, but he can't seem to remember anything about any of them. He does his best to recall what he was told about the other Super Hero Wannabees while he was finding out all he could about Robin, but his mind had only picked up the information for the one he was interested in.

Perhaps he is interested in all of the sidekicks? The only reason Boy Wonder stood out in the beginning was because Robin is a mysterious name that suits the little threat Klarion originally knew nothing about. So maybe he isn't truly fascinated with Robin per se, but sidekicks in general.

Although being intrigued by all the kiddies wouldn't be much better - in fact, it would probably be worse - Klarion refuses to pout alone in his throne in either realm and ponder over every detail of the sidekick he can't understand. If he's as curious about the rest of them as Boy Wonder, at least he can feel better by assuring himself that he's mostly fascinated by the actual power-wielding ones.

It's a shame he can't remember even their names or who is whose protege. After all the things the other members of the Light had told him, he only listened for the information on Robin.

Sigh, he has to go ask the Light more questions.

He hates being social.

The Light doesn't have another meeting for almost a month and a half in the human's time and when they all finally meet together, Klarion is more than put off that none of them noticed his absence for the time he was in his home realm nursing Teekl. Hmph, they should be a little more appreciative of the Lord of Chaos being on their ridiculous team.

No matter, Vandal speaks of Kobra Venom and someone mentions Black Mantra and someone does this and that and talks of whatever the Light members talk about. He actually has no idea what they ever talk about because he always does the same thing at every meeting: sleep. Nothing breaches his ears as Klarion kicks his feet up on their table (atop of some papers he probably should be reading over, but what fun is life if you do everything you're told?) and falls into a gentle snooze like usual until someone nudges his chair and his dark irises flicker open to a room of disgruntled Light members glaring at him and his barely conscious form.

"We are done here L-7," Queen Bee stands up, straightens her shirt and dusts off her shoulders, allowing her angry glare at the witch boy to falter, "unless you have something more to add."

"Why is he permitted to sleep, yet still have the ability to add anything to a meeting?" Ra's al isn't happy, but then again he rarely is.

"Well," Klarion draws the word, lingering on the 'e' more than is ever necessary, "if the Lord of Chaos, someone needing rest once a year is bored into sleep by your meetings, I don't think you're in the right to complain." He relishes in the scowl that spreads over Vandal's face and the other members follow suit.

"But I actually did have something more to add." The scowls are wiped away with a washcloth of surprise; he never spoke at the meetings unless it was to be a distraction or answer a question or tell someone which of their orifices he will gladly shove their own head up if they try to wake him once more. "I'm curious of the...Little Heroes?" He places a sharp claw delicately to his lips in wonder. "Is that what they're called?"

"The Young Justice," Luthor corrects him.

"Yeah, yeah, the kiddies," Klarion waves his hand about, representing the sweeping away of the details, swings his feet off the table they all surround and sits up straight; it's a rare occasion for them all to listen to him and he will not waste it.

"What about them?" Queen Bee exhales the question in an exaggerated breath, sitting back down to listen to the witch boy.

"Who are they all? Some snot-nosed brats have taken so much of ours and destroyed whatever they left, yet we don't see them as a threat?"

"Brats? Isn't that the pot calling the kettle black. Why all the questions for the Young Justice, L-7?" Queen Bee fires back in a mocking tone, singing with underlying meaning that she knows something he does not, but Klarion shrugs off the tease. How can she possible know something about him he is unsure of?

"Well, L-Whatever Number You Are, I don't like the idea of children taking my things!" That's more than enough justification and he smirks when her mocking eyes turned into fierce, glaring orbs.

"Fine," Savage declares with a heave. "What is it you want to know, L-7?"

He had expected to just be given information, not to be asked questions. He wants to receive answers, not give them. But thankfully Klarion's mouth takes charge before his brain can re-act.

"How many are there?"

"I do believe there are 6 of them, since Harper's no longer affiliates himself with them," Luthor answers first and without missing a beat. Klarion awards the quick answer with one of his infamous smirks.

"Their names?"

"There is Project Kr, Aqualad, Robin," Klarion forces himself to stay calm when Salvage runs past the name. He is there to learn about all of them, not dote on the Boy Wonder, "Kid Flash, Artemis and Miss Martian I believe."

Artemis? Huh, that keeps the abilities of the sidekick in the dark as well...but he doesn't care. Why doesn't he care about that one?

"Which superhero are they all attached to?"

"Project Kr is with Superman obviously," Queen Bee sneers at him, but Klarion waves a hand nonchalantly at her and her attitude.

"Yes, of course, with Aqualad being connected to Aquaman, Robin is the protege of Batman," Klarion rolls his eyes; there are few things left about Robin he doesn't already know. But he isn't suppose to be thinking of Robin at the moment, "Artemis is with Green Arrow," well he replaced their first ever mind-controlled idiot; Artemis was some kind of archer.

Kinda interesting.

Wait for it...

Wait...

Nope, he still doesn't care.

Nevermind.

"Kid Flash is the sidekick of the original Flash and Miss Martian works with Martian Manhunter," Vandal finishes and looks up at the Lord of Chaos with tired eyes and Klarion hates himself just a little bit more. Everyone is bored about these sidekicks, just like he should be, but his obsession with Robin keeps him aching with the chance he can be fascinated by them all.

"What do we know about each?"

"More information than we can recite in the time we have left," Luthor tells him and he pinches the bridge of his nose. "Look L-7, if you're really that interested in the sidekicks," he reopens his portable computer do-dad that he brings to every meeting, "I have all the information we have on them in here. Would you like to keep this with you until the next meeting?"

His first reaction is to snarl at the ridiculous proposition; he will not lower himself to using human technology! But it's such a perfect opportunity to find out everything about Robin - er, all the sidekicks. Luthor digs deep into anything regarding any enemy or ally.

So Klarion begrudgingly agrees to use a human item and he is left in the room with the strange device illuminating him and everything behind him. Luthor gives him the basics of how to type and when to plug what into where and other things until Klarion's excitement and pent up frustration forces themselves out in a snarl of "The Lord of Chaos knows how to work atoplap you bumbling fool!" Luthor glares at him, then raises an eyebrow with a small smile on his lips, but leaves silently and Klarion smirks at his success in getting the other to obediently leave.

He opens up a 'document', scowling, yet amazed, at how his finger on a little pad can move the arrow on the screen. And they say what he practiced is black magic!

The file is in alphabetical order, so Artemis the Archer is first up. A picture of a young blonde teen with a solid green mask covering the eyes and neck appears with little trivial details beneath it.

Klarion draws in a sharp intake of breath at the picture; he has no idea what Robin looks like! The stupid sidekick he's been so fascinated by and he hasn't even thought about what the boy's appearance might entail! He's young, but how young? What if he's a toddler? What if he's missing an limb? What if he-

"Shut up," Klarion growls at the questions. He doesn't know what the boy looks like, big whoop. Robin is the one sidekick he isn't suppose to be thinking about.

Anywho, back to Artemis. Klarion notices the long blonde hair and thick eyelashes and grimaces when he remembers referring to Artemis as a he. Oh well, it's not like he has a conscious to make him feel bad. She's 15, a master archer, the sidekick to Green Arrow, the daughter of Sportsmaster and Huntress? Now that's interesting, a little hero trying so hard to break the family line!

Klarion grins - not smirks - at the fact that Artemis interests him. So it isn't just the Boy Wonder; he lets out a long sigh of relief while reading more into her story. Her mother took a fall for her father crippling herself for life...her mother went to prison for 6 years...and her sister is Cheshire - more villainous blood? - who ran away after their mother left...she lived with Sportsmaster until her mother returned from prison...family torn apart...

Klarion wakes himself up when his unconscious body sags forward and his head smacks the table.

"Stupid blonde archer," he pouts under his breath, applying steady pressure to his bruised forehead. Artemis had the best chance - she's even powerless like Robin! - but her story bored him to sleep faster than any Light meeting.

She's interesting...just not fascinating.

Next is Aqualad, one he recognizes from the night when he tried to take the Helmet of Fate and Klarion remembers feeling the dullness literally radiate off this one and he goes to the next profile before Aqualad's information can bore him to sleep as well.

Kid Flash (apparently his name isn't Speed Boy), the same kid who allowed Nabu to possess him, is third. He's an interesting character, a little cocky and too brave, but he is certainlyno Robin.

Miss Martian, one of the 13 nieces of Martian Manhunter (Klarion shushes the voice reminding him 13 is Robin's age), is a shape shifter, came from another planet, can read minds and use telekinesis. She's pretty too...for someone with green skin. No mask hiding any features, red hair and auburn eyes. Why can't he be fascinated with someone like her? Someone with powers, someone of the opposite gender, someone he wouldn't be embarrassed to be so heavily interested in?

You are not embarrassed of Robin.

Klarion jumps, startled at the voice and whips around, hands glowing red to either attack or get revenge on whoever is spying on him. But no one is there. Nothing has moved. The door is still shut. The only noise is the sound of his own harsh breathing.

He heard the voice, he knows he heard it.

But he's the only one there.

Klarion takes in a shaky breath and relaxes, allowing his hands to fade back to their original corpse-pale color and drop to his sides. He gives his head a hard shake and sits back down, his spine firmly pressed against the back of the chair.

Miss Martian, as much as he wants her to (as much as he needs her to), does not fascinate him.

He skips Project Kr, he already knows everything about Superman's clone from the files he looked through when the experiment was first released by Robin and friends.

So the last one left is Robin the Boy Wonder himself.

Klarion clicks the next file that leads to the object of his fascination.

As for all the other ones, the first thing to pop up is Robin's pictures and Klarion's mouth opens -

In a scream of agonizing pain.

It feels as if his organs are expanding, stretching him past his limit, like someone is blowing up a balloon in his chest and won't stop no matter how constricted things get. Klarion gives a long howl of hurt, arching away from the chair before collapsing forward onto the ground. It's a pain going on for infinity, ripping his insides and tearing the blood-curdling screams - the ones he has come to love hearing from others - out of his own throat.

His stomach burns.

His abdomen twists and stretches.

His lungs beg for more oxygen no matter how many times he inhales.

A final shriek escapes the pain of what is going on in his body before Klarion hears a shout of "L-7!" and then the room and the noises and the pain cease to exist.

When he finally comes to, Klarion has no idea where he is. He remembers everything, the want (more like desperation, but desperate wasn't a word to describe the Lord of Chaos.Ever) to be mesmerized by all the little sidekicks, the files, the boredom, the pain that ripped through his soul (well, would have ripped through his soul if he had one) and wrenched noises from him that he wasn't aware he could make.

So he sits up and looks around at the stark whiteness of everything, making him almost uncomfortable in his black suit: walls, tables, cots, the floor, the lab coats of people running to and fro.

"Excuse me," he tries to snarl, but his voice catches in his raw, sore throat which cuts and dices the words into deep rasps.

They still notice him awake and scurry out of the room at his intense gaze. Luthor comes in a moment later, followed by Queen Bee and Ra's al with a ruffled Teekl in his arms.

"Klarion, wh-"

He cuts Luthor off with a swish of his hand. "L-7," he corrects in his hoarse voice. He does not want to be on a first name basis with any of them. Teekl leaps from Ra's al's arms and lands gracefully into her master's lap, pushing at the cloth on his suit pants until she sees it fit to curl up and lay down in.

Queen Bee smirks her ugly little smirk that drives the witch boy mad. "Klarion, Luthor explained that he found you screaming on the ground beneath the table. Is the little Lord of Chaos afraid of the dark?"

He opens his mouth to tell her that with a voice like hers, no Biaylan man would ever willingly try to help her produce an heir for her precious country (which he could set fire to the entire place and all things in it in less than five minutes), but his own voice gets caught on the way.

"Do not try to speak, L-7," Luthor commands and Klarion is so close to incinerating the bald man, but it's probably not the best idea in his weakened state.

Weakened state.

How did this happen again?

He can't ask the question and he does not need to. Ra's al explains in his sober tone that Klarion had gone on screaming in his unconsciousness, but the noise quickly became groans and whines until he just laid in silence for a very long time.

They had checked the room.

No one was in there but Klarion.

Luthor brought him to the closest thing they have to an infirmary (which Klarion silently scoffed at. Really, this is the best medical spot in the building? If they were ever attacked here, they'd all die), called all the members of the Light (since apparently they were the closest thing to 'family' he has. And only 2 out of 6 show up? Yeah, Klarion can really feel the family bond they all share) and ran a few tests on him (without his permission? Oh, he and his wannabe medics were going to get it).

"What happened in their, Klarion?" The witch boy scowls at the informal use of his name, but Luthor hands him a pad of paper and a pencil anyway; Klarion pushes it away and shrugs. He doesn't know what happened and if he remembers the pain half as strong as it really was, Klarion isn't sure he wants to know what happened.

He had been...scared. Not of the pain or of dying, but scared at the vulnerability he had. He had been screaming in pain, withering on the floor; the Lord of Chaos does not scream or wither. Something had broken him down, found a way into his system, taken away the protection his immortality gave him. And that was...terrifying.

He doesn't want to think about it. Whatever tried to hurt him only worked for so long, it's out of him now. If they let it go, everyone can just pretend it never happened. He has work to finish anyway.

Klarion hands the notepad back and wiggles his fingers in front of him in a mock-act of hitting the letters like Luthor did all the time on his stupid human contraption but the bald man, Queen Bee and Ra's al simply stare at him and Klarion internally groans (since his throat won't let the noise out properly) and snatches the notebook back out of Luthor's hands to scribbles his desire on it.

"You're left-handed Klarion," Queen Bee states, one black eyebrow arched in question.

The witch boy rolls his eyes, but it's true: his chicken scratch handwriting comes from a pen in his left hand. Does that usually happen? Whatever, it doesn't matter. He shoots her a look of 'duh' to hide his own puzzlement and just to give her an attitude, before handing the notepad back to Luthor.

"Toplap?" He murmurs and furrows his brow. "You mean laptop?"

They called him by his actual name, commanded him to not speak and are now correcting him? Oh, these fools! The witch boy makes a silent vow to fry them all one day. But for now, he just nods his head and sends them away with a snobby flick of his wrist (which they all obey).

He relaxes on his cot and revels in the silence; as the Lord of Chaos, it's rare to hear nothing. So he enjoys the small peace of mind it gives him to think properly.

What happened in there? He knows he told himself to not think about it, but it was the first time he had ever been afraid. He had never been hurt like that before; although a couple of nasty battles (most with Nabu) left him a little shook up, nothing had come close to feeling like that before.

He checks over Teekl by running his claws gently through her fur and listening for any meows of pain; nothing was wrong with her, she didn't even have a scar from where Nabu hit her. Nothing had attacked his precious familiar.

So something no one could see or sense found its way into his body and tried killing him from the inside?

His claws clench Teekl's fur in...horror. Something forms in the pit of his stomach - colder than ice, colder than anything he'd ever felt - and settles there, chilling his insides and sending shivers through his body. Klarion had never felt so pathetic, so weak, so powerless.

Powerless.

Is this what Boy Wonder ever feels like?

Ugh. Even thinking about Robin is better than thinking of what happened.

And with that, the mere mention of the Boy Wonder, the ice in his stomach melts and simmers into a pleasant heat which runs shocks of warmth to chase away the chills.

He unclenches Teekl's fur and her meows of annoyance stop. Klarion lays back, concentrating on the heat that covers his body and snuggles him tightly. He groans slightly at the sensation, but his throat doesn't ache from the noise.

It's weird to not feel cold, to not feel like a corpse. It's never been bad being cold - since his realm was little more than a chilly blackness that took a solid, white form as his own skin - but it was never even similar to the icy fear that had settled inside him before. Now, he feels...content with the temperature. Not hot, not cold, but simply warm and it's weird.

He has never felt warm before.

It's much longer than it should be for Luthor to bring his laptop in and Klarion debates on whether or not he should snap at the lazy service at the expense of his throat, but decides against it. They were probably having a meeting on what happened to him and Klarion's a little annoyed with it, but he can't help it if he's a more interesting topic than their other meetings. Luthor sets the device onto the witch boy's lap and leaves to turn away.

"How long was I out for?" He asks part of it out of curiosity, part to just disobey Luthor's earlier order. It hurts, but not enough to make him wince. It should have ached more, but he's still encased in warmth and it soothes his weary throat.

Luthor does not turn to face him, "Exactly a day." He takes his leave and the door clicks shut behind him.

He was unconscious for an entire day? Klarion scowls; he does not like the idea of being vulnerable, of not being awake to defend himself, for that long. or any amount of time. He doesn't think any of the Light would ever hurt him, but the idea of being unprotected makes the warmth fade and the icy feeling return and he clutches his stomach when he thinks he's going to puke.

Inhale.

Pay attention to Teekl.

Exhale.

The ice freezes his insides and Klarion's teeth are chattering from the coldness.

Inhale.

His teeth have never chattered before.

Exhale.

He has to do something other than lay here and shiver, so his shaky hands reach for the piece of technology Luthor brought in and opens it. The screen lights up and he can literally hear the swoosh of the ice leaving his body when the first thing Klarion sees is Robin's picture.

Wow.

Robin is...exquisite.

Black feathered hair dances around his face and covers his forehead in silky wisps of bangs that end just atop a black-rimmed mask that covers his eyes with sheets of white and stops at the high cheekbones. A small, perky, button nose fits the middle of his face and settles above a gentle smirk. A delicate jaw frames the bottom of it all in between two pointed ears and everything about him is...

Perfect.

It's been two weeks, four days, seventeen hours, twelve minutes and fifty-three seconds since he saw Robin's picture. It's been two weeks, four days, seventeen hours, twelve minutes and fifty-four seconds since he saw Robin's picture. It's been two weeks, four days, seventeen hours, twelve minutes and fifty-five seconds since he saw Robin's picture.

It's been two weeks, four days, seventeen hours, twelve minutes and fifty-six seconds of torture.

It hadn't mattered what he tried, everything revolves around Robin now. And it should have been awful and devastating and frustrating, but Klarion is always...smiling. The upward pull of his mouth muscles is actually becoming sore with all the smiles.

He hates it.

No, he doesn't.

Yes, he does.

Klarion isn't even sure of how he feels about anything and it's confusing and making him stumble over his words and he's apprehensive of it all, but Robin won't leave his mind.

He played with Teekl on the eighth day and he only thought about whether Robin's hair is softer than a kitty's fur.

He actually stayed awake during the last Light meeting on the eleventh day (seeing as his never-resting mind forced him to be conscious at all times) and asked for paper to take notes. He couldn't even enjoy the shocked looks on all their faces because he immediately got to sketching Robin with his messy hair and handsome face structure.

He sat for days in the room Luthor offered him in the human realm, just thinking thinking thinking about Robin.

It's all so strange, but Klarion doesn't want to change anything.

Yes, he does.

No, he doesn't.

Yes, he does.

He wants - he needs - to meet Robin.

It's late and cold and dark, but he rarely sleeps and he feels like a corpse and he comes from a realm of black, so it's not too bad really.

The alley way below him is gritty and he can see the puddles of sludgy water because the light of the moon bounces off in a shiny white. The largest puddle breaks out into ripples as a scrawny man is thrown into it and the circles quiver out to the edges and slosh against the limits of the little pool.

"Please, I don't have your money yet! I just need more time!" Klarion scoffs at the pathetic attempts of lying. Even from so high above, perched precariously on a rooftop of a building lining the narrow alley, the reflection of moon light illuminates enough that he can see the formal business suit not unlike his own, the confident posture the man carries himself with, the suave haircut that reeked of well-doing, the...

Is the a gold wristwatch peaking from beneath the sleeve of his jacket?

How stupid can these humans be?

"Shut him up before the Bat shows up."

A swift punch is delivered to the rich man's stomach, stealing the air from wealthy lungs. Klarion arches his back ever so slightly with the wheeze of pain, but straightens himself out.

He's here on important business.

"We want our cut! We gave you what you needed to make it all, without us, you wouldn't have anything to sell!"

"I haven't been se-!"

"Three different guys have shown us the stuff they bought. Your stuff. Our stuff. You've been selling it behind our backs and we want our share." It's a big man, large and burly, who speaks last. His build is ridiculous, something even Sportsmaster would envy.

Teekl is silently licking her fur beside him and cleansing her paws of the muck on the rooftop, only to set them down into dirt once more. She meows in frustration and goes back to the same paw and is smart enough to set it on Klarion's clean lap once she rids it of as much grime as it will allow.

"If he keeps making noise, we're gonna get some unwelcomed guests."

Klarion wordlessly cheers at the unsettling fear in the thug's voice. His Robin instilled terror into the big, bad criminals that ran the streets...or alleys. Whatever.

Teekl is hissing at the dirt. Literally. She's glowering at a spot on the roof and hissing at the dust and filth there. Klarion flicks her kitty nose to hush her up and she turns her glower to her master. He sighs and lifts her up from beneath her tummy, setting her on his legs and she relaxes immensely at the clean lap (which her fur quickly dirties much to Klarion's dismay).

The criminals don't have another chance to harm the wealthier man when a mysterious cackle embraces the air and runs through the wind. Klarion almost screams in excitement. This is the moment he's been waiting so long for! He wriggles in eagerness, peering closer at the alley way until he's teetering on the edge of falling and the men below him huddle together in fear as man in the puddle relaxes and twists his jacket to force some of the water out.

"Help! Help! I'm bein-!"

"I know dude. That's why I'm here."

Klarion clasps a hand over his mouth, widened in a perfect 'o' with a muffled moan. That's what Robin sounds like? That harmonious song of a voice belongs to him? Klarion is practically panting with want for the musical tone. He doesn't dare remove his hand in case his noises of desire give away his position.

"How do you fellas wanna go? Peacefully without a butt-whoopin' or..." The voice leads off into an unspoken option with dire consequences. Klarion wants the other way; he wants to see a fight with Robin inflicting pain and showing off his fight skills.

The men give a wonderful impression of young girls as they shriek and split their pathetic circle attempt of protection. Klarion leans further off the edge, squishing Teekl between his chest and legs, and peers down. Robin stands, hands on his hips, right where the middle of the men's circle had been. He must have dropped in while all of them faced the outside, too busy looking for him to turn around and find who they were searching for.

Impressive.

One of the five men charges at Robin and swings a meaty fist, but Boy Wonder just ducks and sweeps a black-boot clad foot around to knock the man's feet out from beneath him. The man tips backwards and lands with a thud on his back, air whooshing from his lungs and Klarion bites his lower lip.

The man doesn't look bright enough to have thought out much of a plan for his weak attack, but he is at the very minimum two-and-a-half times Robin's small size. Boy Wonder certainly has strength.

"Anyone else wanna try something?" The voice is cocky, so full of confidence that he'll win no matter what, and it's lovely.

"The Bat's nowhere around. He can't take four of us at once. He's just a kid. A lot smaller than I'd imagine. Though I can see why everyone's desperate to get their hands on him," the other men snicker at the last comment that Klarion doesn't fully understand, yet it makes him uneasy anyway; nonetheless, he feels anger spreading through him at the man's doubt in Robin. Did he not just witness the kid take down one of his fellow comrades in a single take of tricky footwork?

"Try what you want, we both know who's going to win." The anger replaces itself with a giddy feeling; Klarion can hear the smirk on Robin's face.

"You," the largest thug points to the scrawny rich man who stood shaking behind them against the wall, "stay put. We're not finished with you."

"Yes you are."

"Shut your trap, Boy Wonder."

A short, curt nod is passed from criminal to criminal, even the idiot who attacked Robin and had his rear served to him on a silver platter by the 13-year-old stands back up.

Robin just shrugs nonchalantly and takes a pose that keeps him ready to strike at any moment.

Klarion can't miss this. He stands up on the edge and gathers Teekl in his arms, runs to a darker part of the building and simply jumps from the edge, floating down safely to the ground to hide in the shadows and watch a show.

It's as if they were all waiting for him because the moment his leather shoes touch the cement, the men charge at Robin.

Robin swings his arm down before they can reach him and a few pops are heard before a foggy green gas is suddenly all around them and Klarion scowls. It's a good thing the Lord of Chaos has been around so many fires; he's used to seeing through smoke to witness the chaos his flames create.

The red suit and small build helps Klarion decipher Robin from the rest. He has two black mini-rod like things in his hands ('eskrima sticks,' Klarion remembers. He knows all of Robin's weapons) and he's an expert with them. Robin knees one criminal in the stomach, who doubles over with the loss of air. Robin hits him hard in the back of the head with one stick and at the same time, without even turning around, swings his other arm backwards to hit one of the men behind him in the jaw using the other identical weapon.

Both men cry out loudly from their hits before dropping to the ground and for that, Klarion is grateful because his groan of excitement and sadism goes unheard.

Another coughs through the smoke and reaches for Robin's throat, but the Boy Wonder ducks and sneaks his foot behind the man to bring it forward and sweep the thug off his feet like he did to the first one. The man hits his head on the wall of the building Klarion was previously on and does not even attempt to get back up.

"That's the second time you fell for that dude, literally," Robin is hardly winded and even cackles at the end of his tease.

It's a cute cackle really.

The mocking noise is cut short when one of the only two criminals still standing grabs his black hair and yanks him backwards. Robin lets out a 'huh' of confusion and cry when his face is slammed against the wall.

This shout of pain is not one the witch boy wants to hear.

Klarion steps out of his shadows. He has no idea what he's doing, but who doesn't like surprises?

He has a hand raised and the beginning of a spell on his lips, but Robin shocks both the Lord of Chaos and the man harming him when he twists in the tight hold and sends a fist into the criminal's nose. The man cries out and clutches his face, but Robin elbows him in the stomach and hits him in the temple with an eskrima stick. The man groans and slumps forward.

Klarion grins at the Boy Wonder's ability and steps back into his shadows and lifts Teekl up from where he dropped her in his moment to protect the teen, then the grin turns to a tight line.

He had been on the verge of protecting Robin, of protecting a human.

Not okay.

The fifth man is going to lose - it's inevitable - but he's not going down without a fight. He tackles Robin and they slide closer to Klarion's hiding spot; it's the one man of the group that never spoke, probably the smartest too: allowing his friends to go after the Boy Wonder first in an attempt to tire him enough to be easily taken down.

His sits on Robin's chest, his knees on either side of the boy's figure, pinning Robin's arms to the ground and begins slamming his fists into the boy's face. Robin's head is viciously whipped from side to side and Robin cries out for a few exceptionally hard hits.

Klarion clenches his fists; who the hell does this spineless, worthless scum think he is to lay hands on his Robin? He steps out from his shadows again and the man can see him out of his peripheral vision. He looks up, eyes feral and insane, straight into Klarion's own burning red eyes. Suddenly, the man isn't so crazy looking, the sight of the witch boy sobers him up a decent amount.

Good.

Klarion wants him to be aware of what's happening when he burns the man alive.

"What...what the he-ah!"

Robin has used the distraction to swing his legs up, bend them at the knee over the man's shoulders and wrap them around the thug's torso from behind. He pulls backwards with his legs and sends the man flying as Klarion scoops Teekl up and retreats back into the darkness to hide. Robin jumps up, sways a little bit and launches himself at the man, picking up an eskrima stick along the way, and swings one hard blow at the man's temple.

Four of them men are unconscious and one is too dazed to move.

Robin is far from powerless.

"Th...thank you, R-robin," it's the business man, who never moved from his position on the wall, with chattering teeth and a pale face. "I...I don't know what I could do to ever repay you. You just-."

"You can repay me by not putting up a fight," Klarion can hear the exhaustion in Robin's sweet and disoriented voice.

"Excuse me?"

"You're Robert LevRage, right? You're the biggest crystal meth dealer in the state. I'm assuming these," a grand gesture at the unconscious and whimpering men, "are the guys that have been getting you the ether you need for your business."

"I... How did..."

"I overheard part of your conversation with them and you look insanely wealthy, dude. C'mon, I just saved your life from these fools, cut me some slack and just come quietly?"

The man sighs and slumps his shoulders. "I suppose you're right, Robin. I owe you, I'll come peacefully," the man hugs himself in what appears to be self-pity but...what is he reaching for?

"Aw, dude, that is totally asterous! I'll tell the police about your cooperation, maybe they'll-."

"On the other hand," the man cuts of Robin, "I owed them a lot more than I owe you," he grins nastily and outstretches his hand with a solid click.

He's holding a gun.

He's holding a gun at Robin.

He's holding a gun at Klarion's Robin.

"Whoa, dude," Robin holds his hands up in a cautious motion. He's going a little slow, his fragile human skull took quite a beating from the thug earlier. "Don't do anything rash. Why did you make me come save your sorry behind if you had that?"

"I can't kill my only ether suppliers. I'll take a beating any day before trying to find someone with access to it. Anywho, I can't have you running about telling the police what my face looks like, can I? I'd never be able to go out in public again."

"Dude, Batman would kill you."

"I'll take my chances."

"Stop! I mean...stop. We can talk this out."

"No, we can't. I'm not going back to jail. I refuse to stay in any prison!"

"I saved your life!"

"And I'm ending yours. As you can tell from all of them," another grand sweep at the men on the ground, "I'm not very good at giving people proper repayment. It's a shame really; you wouldn't believe the kinds of things the men I work with talk about doing to you."

There's a leer in the man's chuckle, something suggestive and filthy and wrong that angers Klarion enough to see red.

(Thankfully) Robin doesn't seem to understand the statement. He's looking around, the white of his mask framing his furrowed brows; Klarion can't see his eyes, but they're probably swimming and unfocused. He can see the small trickle of blood at the base of Robin's neck coming from the back of his head and Klarion digs his claws into his palm. Robin is not up to normal speed, it's unlikely the boy is even fully aware of how dangerous the situation is.

"Goodbye Boy W-."

"Kaerb sih dnah!" A bright purple light extends itself from Klarion's outstretched hand and illuminates the alley way. The string of pure energy finds its destination at the back of the man's hand and the drug dealer shrieks in pain.

He shouldn't have done that, he knows that it's not his job to help people, but when the man's hand tightened on the gun, it set something inside him off. It twisted his stomach. It made the ice come back and he hates the ice with such a fiery passion, it should melt just by coming into contact with him.

But it can never melt if Robin's hurt.

The man drops his gun and clutches his hand to his chest and Klarion soundlessly moves back into the protection of the shadows. Robin, in his bewildered state, freezes for a moment before running at the man, taking an elegant leap and kicking the man hard in the face.

The rich man drops to his knees before collapsing onto his face, dead asleep in a blissful world of unconsciousness.

Robin wobbly lands beside him, one hand bracing himself on the wall, gazing heavily in Klarion's direction.

"Did you do that kitty cat?"

What?

Oh, Teekl.

He should probably stop dropping her when he casts a spell.

He crouches down, never leaving the darkness and tugs on Teekl's tail until she slides back into the shadows with him. If Robin is delirious enough to ask a cat (whom Robin has no telepathic link with like Klarion), it's time the little sidekick went home.

Robin's taking unsteady steps toward him and oh crud, this is not good. He's never suppose to protect anybody but him and Teekl; the Lord of Chaos does not help humans.

But isn't Robin an exception to everything?

Robin staggers closer and Klarion grins despite the situation. In the midst of a beating that should leave any human unconscious, after staring death in the eyes via a gun, when his body is just shaky enough to stand, Robin still does his duty, searching into the darkness for what saved his life but be a threat to others.

It's the very definition of dedication.

How sweet.

Klarion scopes Teekl up and whispers a hushed spell and can barely make out the thin outline of the veil now keeping him and Teekl invisible to Robin. The Boy Wonder comes a little closer, he's got red metallic weapons in the shape of bats (they must be the batarangs) in each hand and wavering steps.

Klarion levitates just a few inches above the cement (because as much as he loves the sophisticated sound of his shoes clicking on the ground, it's not the best for trying to stay hidden) and drifts precautiously away, waiting until he is positive his whisper will be out of ear-shot.

"Evah Namtab dnif mih. Won."

No bright, showy light is needed for the spell that will force Batman to find his protege, so Robin senses nothing as his steps become shakier. Klarion drifts further and further, eyes never leaving Robin's delicate form, until he's far enough away to open a vortex up and go anywhere that's not here.

So I actually haven't watched that many Young Justice episodes...I feel like a fraud admitting that. However, the DVDs are scarce in my area and I hate watching shows or movies online, so it's been difficult to see them all. Truth be told...I'm only on episode 5 of the first season. Artemis hasn't even come in yet, let alone the Lord of Chaos himself. I've just been reading the plot of every episode Klarion is in on the Young Justice wiki site.

I tried to put some mention of the 'Downtime' episode, but I was confused since I haven't actually seen it and it was too difficult, so I skipped it.

Also, I know Klarion is a Lord of Chaos and not the Lord of Chaos, but it's sounds so much cooler if he's the only one :D

So again, this is 20 pages long, no doubt I missed a mistake here or there, especially with grammar (since this was originally suppose to be Klarion reflecting back on all the times he heard of Robin, then it all just got switched to present tense). So tell me where errors are (give me the exact sentence please)

Question of the Chapter:

What's a better name for this couple? Klarobin? Or WitchBoyWonder? Or other?