Beyond the Night: Beyond the Team (Young Justice/Teen Titans fanfic)

Awakening

Everything around him proved a freezing haze. He felt Superboy lift him up into his arms, carrying him like an infant as his entire body shivered yet came close to no longer shivering. His small arms wrapping around his small frame did nothing to fight back the cold seeping through his tiny body. As Superboy shifted him, Aqualad grabbed the rebreather away so it was no longer in Robin's mouth.

They carried him across that ice for what felt like ages, yet the realization that the person who shot at them – the blue snowman – left him and Roy to die hit good and hard. Except, he wasn't sure if it was the blue snowman or one of her henchmen.

Upon arriving, he heard Zatanna ushering him into one of the seats

"Yrd dna mraw Nibor pu."

A warmth spread over him, and yet he identified what just occurred as magic – an all too familiar kind. In the back of his mind, he started remembering something ever so faintly as he responded in what may or may not be a coherent manner. He fought off the urge to sleep, at least until the adults could warm him up.

He found himself surprised when Wonder Woman and Martian Manhunter appeared. The Martian gently lifted him up and carried him towards the med room. His eyes started to droop, only for Wonder Woman's fingers to grasp his chin. "Robin. Can you hear me?"

"I want Batman."

"Batman is busy doing something, but as soon as we contact him, he'll be here." Wonder Woman went down onto her knees, holding him lightly. "Sweetie, are you hurt anywhere?"

"Got clobbered on the back of the head, and my wrist is sore. Nothing new."

A knock came at the door, and Superboy peeked in. Wonder Woman frowned. "We're trying to treat Robin right now."

"I just wanted to let you know he doesn't have any broken bones. He's just very cold, and whatever bumps and bruises as you speak he might have."

"Thank you." Martian Manhunter said, making Superboy leave the room. "He is a nice young man, isn't he?"

"I guess." The two began removing his clothing which was only slightly dry because of Zatanna's spell. Martian Manhunter lifted him into the medical bed while Wonder Woman pulled the sheets back, tucking them around him as his eyes closed.

He turned under the covers, snuggling in close. In his mind, he didn't look forward to speaking to Bruce about what happened, and yet he desperately wanted the man there no matter how childish this might seem. The door opened. "I brought more blankets."

"Thank you dear."

Robin's eyes blinked open, and he mumbled out, "Anna."

"Don't call me that."

As the door closed, Robin pulled the cover over his head. Giving someone a nickname so quickly seemed childish, and yet...

A memory flicked through his head, and he sat upright, starting to panic. Martian Manhunter gripped his shoulder. "Robin."

Somehow the man used his telekinesis ability to bring over a trash can in time for Robin to throw up. "Concussion. He's not going to like this."

Robin felt alien fingers poke at the back of his head, then his wrist. "We'll need to wake Robin every hour or so."

Robin dropped where he sat, watching the Martian bring over a bandage to wrap his wrist up with. Wonder Woman smiled slightly. "I'll fetch clothes from your room so you can change them into in the morning, if you feel up to it."

"Zatanna hates me because Jojo died instead of me." Robin continued to stare, shocked at remembering Zatanna dated his cousin John before he died. His mind remained focused on figuring out her connection to the Grayson family, he didn't notice Wonder Woman lean in or the door opening until he felt the brush of her lips on her forehead.

His cheeks turned a vivid red, his voice catching in his throat for a brief second. He opened his mouth to tell her she wasn't his mouth, only to hear the sound of another person who spoke faster than him. "Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh! Wonder Woman just... oh boy!"

"KF! When I get my hands on you..." led to him throwing up again, his face burning red despite his body still feeling cold.

~B~

A beeping sound drew Dr. Stone towards the direction of his son. The computers gave off various signals and he went through each one. "I'll be. Didn't Robin come and visit you today? I wonder what he said that got you to start waking up Victor."

Taking a deep breath, he started preparing for when Cyborg would wake up. After every preparation was made, he found himself grabbing a book he knew Cyborg liked. He started reading out loud, focusing on the reading in hopes of not getting his expectations too high. Eventually, a voice interrupted the reading.

"Dad?"

"Victor?" His son's voice was weak from disuse, yet it felt so good hearing it again.

"Where's Robin?"

Dr. Stone frowned. "He was here a little earlier. Why?"

"So he didn't abandon us."

"Why would you think that?"

"It's not that I thought he did. More of, I think that's what he thinks. He feels guilty."

"Well..." Dr. Stone closed the book. "I have been watching him when he comes by. I told him when he first started coming that you wouldn't want him beating himself over what happened to you, or that you would blame him."

"The others?"

"Well, I hear every single one has gotten a mentor. They have one lined up for you as well once you recover." Cyborg frowned, making his father frown. "Something the matter?"

"They didn't care before."

"No, but Robin did. He didn't care what you were like but treated you like a human. For that, I'm grateful. But, to be honest. I know you may not like this team thing, but that may be the only way for any of you to see Robin. So, if they offer, think about whether you say yes or no with care."

"It's good to be awake."

"Yes. I'm glad you're awake. So very glad."