The Bats: A Batman and Robin/ Young Justice Fanfiction

Chapter Nineteen

(Yes I have taken the liberty to make stuff up)

Dick's POV

"Everyone run!" Wally screams and we all start running away in true hero fashion. My heart thumps against my chest and I can hear everyone's heavy breathing. We take a sharp turn and I hear someone fall. I turn around just as Denver screams.

"Robin!" Small, odd white creatures come charging at us. Denver shrieks again as one starts biting her foot. I pick her up, a swift kick throws the little guy off her, and she's back up and we run side by side to the elevator.

"Open it open it open it OPEN IT!" Wally hops like a little kid and looks anxiously down the hall, the small creatures coming after us. A growl catches my attention and it's owner is similar to a cheetah, or a tiger. What ever it is, it's got claws and teeth.

"OPEN THE ELEVATOR!"

Beads of sweat drip onto my wrist as I open the elevator. We all rush in and the door shuts just as one of the genomorphs gets close enough to hurt someone. Alarm runs through me as the elevator lurches and we start to go down.

Denver whispers, "who hit the button?" No one replies. "Guys this isn't funny."

Sub-level 15. Sub-level 20. "We're going down."

"Maybe we should contact the League," Kalder suggests. Denver tells him to go on and the crackling noise kills any hope of contacting the League. "Nothing."

At Sub-level 26 the metal doors slide open to a dark, red hallway. Denver reaches for my arm, "this is a bad idea. We have to go back." She looks at me with the slightest amount of fear in her eyes. Fear is a weakness.

"We're already here, this is why we came in the first place." I shrug away from her and march out into the room. It's almost like the room itself is breathing.

We walk in silence until we come to two hallways, each sharing simulators that don't give any clue to what's down them. "So guys," I point to each hall, "bizarre looking hallway one, or bizarre looking hallway two?"

Wally runs up to one hall, "this halls dead silent, and this one," he runs to the other and stops dead in his tracks. "Someone's coming-" Kid Flash is knocked to the ground, and a creature with glowing horns stands in front of him. "Kid run!"

Denver throws a Bata-rang at the alien, but he deflects it and two barrels levitate next to him. Kid screams, "bizarre hallway two!" We all follow and run behind him.

Denver runs beside me, "Robin," she sounds on the verge of tears, "I've got a bad feeling about this."
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THIRD PERSON POV

Batman walked with Superman to the Zada-tube to get back to the Hall. "I toldDenver, if she can't keep her grades up she won't go patrolling anymore."

"Bruce, she's a kid. A teenager, who's Dad is not only Bruce Wayne but Batman. Do you ever wonder if she's doing her best, but with doing her best she struggles a little? I know it's been hard for you to raise your kids, but it seems like you've never thought it might be hard for them too."

Bruce stopped. "I don't need you telling me how to raise my kids."

Clark raised his hands in mock defeat, "wasn't trying to," and he was gone in a blink of an eye. After a moment, Bruce returned back to the Hall. Maybe he needed to pull Denver aside, tell her he loved her, he was sorry for being harsh. Maybe go out for ice cream and take her to that movie she wanted to go see. Let her know she was...

Gone. She wasn't here. Neither was Dick, or Wally, or Kalder. "Batgirl?" He called out to the empty room. He tried his com, reaching out to Denver, then Dick. No reply.

His chest tightened. His heart thumped against his ribcage, like the time when the children were kidnapped for a short amount of time and they saw him as Batman. But this was different. Denver always replied to him, even if she had to lie about having to use the bathroom during class just so she could reply. And Dick was much more responsible, he would've stopped her from doing something dumb.

Bruce left the Hall And drove straight home. From his computer in the cave he could track their wrist computers and find where they were. The only problem was when he looked for two flashing red lights, they weren't there.

Denver and Dick were missing. Along with two sidekicks. For the first time in a very, very long time, Bruce cried. He cried because he didn't know what to do, he cried that he wasn't being the hero  he usually was, and he cried because he told himself, you can't even be the father Denver needs you to be.

Denver's  POV

Dick looked at me with what might have been a mixture of empathy and pity. I couldn't tell. He turned from me when he deadpanned, "emotion is a weakness, if you express emotion during crimefighting, you could expose yourself and your teammates." We climbed through a opening  in between two metal doors that Wally had propped open. I kicked the container away and the doors shut behind me, with the people and genomorphs chasing us on the other side.

"I would've asked my dad if I wanted an answer like that," I hissed back at him before looking around.

"Guys," Wally's voice echoes off the walls, "I found project Cadmus." I turned to look at what he was taking about, and my heart stopped for a moment. I thought Superman himself was behind those glass doors, only this person was half his age. "Big 'k' little 'r', the atomic symbol for Krypton!"

I hear Robin starting to hack away. "It's a clone of Superman," he starts breathing heavily, "it's a weapon, called Superboy. He's been grown in 16 weeks, from DNA stolen from Superman." They start talking back and forth, and I catch, "force feeding him information, stolen DNA, Superman's son."

I look through the glass. He looks like a normal guy, soft black hair that brushes his brow, clear, flawless skin, and dark lashes that go perfectly with his eye shape.

"Now we're contacting the League," Kalder says, but I know that he won't be able to. There's no way a signal could be down here.

Wally comes and stands next to me, "this is wrong," I hear him whisper, sadness lacing his words. "They're creating a slave."

I stare at the clone-Superboy, for a moment longer before turning to Robin and Aqualad. "We can't leave him like this," I plead, and I know Dick is thinking the same thing.

We all stare at another. "Set him free," Kalder barks at Robin. "Do it."

The glass door splits in two and I can hear my own heartbeat. The clone doesn't move, but I can see his chest rising and falling, a gentle breathing. "Batgirl, get back," Wally puts his hand on my shoulder. "We don't know if he'll-"

My head made contact with the floor before he finished his sentence.