This was my submission for the young justice fanfiction competition put on by Black Friar and ARL15. I was inspired by all the different Robin stories here on , so this is my finished product. Hope you enjoy!

Fight for Your Mind

It had been a trap. A carefully laid, well planned trap.

After all, it had been good enough that it tricked Batman and the Justice League into sending the Young Justice team straight into it.

Robin had to give it to them. Not many could fool Batman into anything, especially when it involved the teen heroes. The thought wasn't comforting.

He was bound to a chair, his arms stretched painfully behind his back where his wrists were bound up to his elbows in sharp wire, and his ankles were each tied to the legs of the chair. Robin again had to curse the obvious preparation and intelligence of these guys. Not only had they taken his utility belt, no easy feat, but they had removed his gloves, boots, even his cape. Clearly they weren't taking chances.

Robin's head throbbed from the blow that had knocked him unconscious, and he thought worriedly about his team. He had tried to reach out to them mentally as soon as he was conscious but it was completely silent.

He'd been awake for about ten minutes and had yet to see any sign of his captors. Robin had wriggled, writhed, and tested at his bindings, but without any of his equipment, he was well and truly caught; the wire was too sharp, too tight, and already he could feel his arms start to become slick with blood from his thrashing.

The door clicked, and Robin tensed; his eyes narrowed and began to assess as three men entered the room. Two of them were clearly guards. They were large, burly, and armed to the teeth with menacing expressions. The third man, Robin quickly decided, had to be former military of some kind based on his stance and build, He was older, in his late fifties maybe, but was clearly in great physical shape and held himself with deadly confidence. Robin thought through the hundreds of files he had memorized from the bat computer, but couldn't place him. Either this guy was new to the game, or had a lot of experience staying in the shadows.

"You know, it's rude to just barge in without knocking," Robin broke the silence.

"Good, you're awake. We can begin," the man's voice was deep, and he drew up a chair to sit in front of Robin. The guards stayed against the wall, their expressions unchanging.

"Where's my team?" Robin demanded.

"Otherwise occupied," the man waved a hand, clearly unconcerned. "I wouldn't worry about them."

Robin didn't like the way the man placed emphasis on them. "You went through a lot of trouble to get us here. What is it you want?"

The leader leaned forward in his seat, close enough that Robin could smell his cologne. "You're going to tell us everything you know, child; all the details of the Justice League, their hideouts, codes, profiles, and identities."

Robin smirked. "A kid in a costume who knows all the details and secrets of the Justice League, that's quite a big assumption to make, you know. So what's it going to be? Are you and tweedle dee and dum over there going to play good cop, bad cop? Or is it to be torture?"

The man's face remained unchanging, but his eyes suddenly glowed white, and when he spoke, his lips didn't move. Not quite, boy wonder.

Robin's eyes widened. Crap. A telepath. His brain scrambled to think of all the mental defenses J'onn and M'gann had taught him to ward off intruders.

Cute. Those tricks won't help you, I'm afraid. Don't make this harder for yourself, boy. I will tear apart your mind and get the answers I need if you try and fight me.

Robin's heart pounded, his stomach tightened in fear, but he glared at the telepath as hard as he could and said aloud, "Do your worst."

The man gave him a grim smile and lifted his hands to grab the sides of Robin's head. Very well.

Robin shut his eyes, throwing up every barrier and wall he could, and then the telepath ripped into his mind.