So is the night

The freefall

When Robin opened his eyes and found himself facing the Mount Justice's rooftop, he felt two things: the burning sensation of being dazzled and a big relief, so he decided to close his eyes again. He didn't remember how he had been knocked out, but if he was scattered over the floor in a very quiet Mount without any kind of tie around his body, it shouldn't be anything concerning. Nothing similar to the Red Tornado's incident at least. The pain in his back and in the back of his head weren't even close to be as painful as the bruises he's used to get during missions. Besides, he remembered vaguely the notion of training. "Probably Conner hit me too hard" he thought, but a friendly voice interrupted him before he could elaborate for himself.

"Man, are you fine? You had a pretty big fall."

Robin barely opened his eyes again, this time he found a redhead in what looked like a red and white suit, maybe yellow instead of white, and with weird objects in his ears his blurred vision couldn't identify. It was definitively the silhouette of a speedster.

"KF?" he mumbled weakly. His throat felt suddenly dry, and a migraine caught him off guard. A concussion, maybe.

"Uhm, not sure of what a KF is, but we can look out for it until you tell us your name and what are you doing here."

Somebody who didn't know the abbreviation for Kid Flash? And didn't know him? At Mount Justice? This was bad, worse than the concussion that was starting to hit him, like a hammer hitting his head and bones over and over. This time he blinked several times, and with his right hand he touched his nape. Along with the pain of contact came the sharpness of his vision, and he was able to see that clearly this person was not Wally. 

He collected all the strength he didn't have and put his hands on the floor by the sides of his head, swinging his entire weight to lift his legs at the height of the intruder neck. Luckly, the kid had crouched down to talk to him. With a clean move Robin took him down at the same time he gained a favorable position on the back of his opponent, grasping his hands together as the speedster's legs were motionless thanks to the weight of his body over him. He was going to ask the obviously not redhead boy who he was, but another voice interrupted him, again.

"Batgirl, call Nightwing, tell him to hurry up."

It was a matter of looking up to realize his mistake. "Tell us your name" was the request of the intruder, he should have noticed quicker, he should have realized the way he was surrounded by a bunch of young people in disguises. Now that he was aware of his surrounding, he was able to easily pick up who Batgirl was thanks to the bat symbol on her chest. His stomach churned, but not as bad as when he saw someone with a suit very similar to his own, with the R on his chest. "What the hell?" was his first thought, put aside the second before, because this unknow team was calm, very calm. Too calm. Then, he decided he didn't want to meet this Nightwing guy.

A smoke bomb was enough to disappear, going deep on this place that was, and at the same time wasn't, the Mount Justice. He knew by heart the structure of the place, so he noticed immediately the changes when he swinged across and slipped down a hallway. Most of them were small, but they were there anyways, at least he knew where to hide. And, lucky him, the team didn't know where to seek.

The young heroes were perplexed by such a sudden apparition of someone who obviously was wearing the Robin uniform. Bart was just reaching his feet when Garfield started screaming in distress "He is gone!". Tim heard, but without listening, he was only able to tourn around to face Barbara, looking for answers, but the girl seemed out of it, even more than him. Apparently, she had recognized the little intruder.

"He can't leave the Mount!" screamed Batgirl before quickly sending a text to Nightwing, asking him to come with urgencies.

After that all of them deployed over the mountain, scanning sensors and security cameras, looking for the Robin who actually wasn't Robin. Barbara didn't focus for real until Dick, her eighteen years old Dick, acknowledged receipt of her message.