Fly Robin, Fly!

Charity (Part 1 of 3)

A/N: In this, the team doesn't know Rob's ID. Also, this oneshot is inspired/ based on a fan Young Justice comic by Moogle-of-the-Valley. If you haven't checked it out before, you totally should, it's amazing.

"So...Let me get this straight... You want the team to go to the charity event and pose as waiters?" Robin asked his mentor as he called the team to the debriefing room.

"Yes," came Batman's simple reply. The corners of Robin's mouth turned downwards in a slight frown. He quickly checked to make sure the rest of the team was out of earshot, then dropped his voice to a low whisper.

"What am I supposed to tell them? Robin can't be there," he said between clenched teeth.

"Nothing. I've got it covered."

"'Course you do," Robin murmured, then sighed. There was no way this would go well. He turned as he saw the rest of the team pile in. Wally, Artemis, Megan, Conner, and Kaldur all took a seat before Batman began. Like always, he didn't bother with introductory formalities, and just jumped straight to the point.

"Tomorrow evening, there will be a very important charity event held in Gotham. Several priceless pieces of art will be auctioned off, and we received an anonymous tip that there will be an attempted armed robbery there. The event cannot be canceled or rescheduled, and it's your job to make sure the robbery never happens- or, if it does- no harm will be done.

"For this mission, Artemis, Miss Martian and Kid Flash will pose as waiters. Aqualad, you and Superboy will pose as security guards. All of you will need to be on high alert if this is to go smoothly."

The team murdered their agreement, but then Kaldur raised an eyebrow. "But what if Robin? What is his assignment?"

Artemis nodded. "Yeah, and I thought Gotham City was your territory? Why send us?"

"Robin and I have obligations to attend to elsewhere," Batman replied.

At this, Wally smirked and nudged Robin's shoulder. "Ha ha, sure. 'Obligations.'" he said. Robin and Batman both sent him a dark look that shit him up right away. The rest of the team looked at Wally quizzingly, but he just gave a nervous shrug, not wanting to make Batman angry. Well...Angrier...

Wally knew from what Batman had just said that he and Robin couldn't be involved with the mission because they would have to be at the event as Bruce Wayne and Richard 'Dick' Grayson. Of course, Wally couldn't directly say that though, since the rest of the team didn't Rob's secret ID, and if Wally wanted to keep his head, it had to remain a secret. Still, Wally found it highly amusing that his best friend would have to put on the spoiled rich-kid act around the team. He'd just have to poke fun at him for it later.

"Now-" Batman continued, still glaring at Wally-who did his best not to wince and hide in fear. "-If there's no more questions, I believe you have a training session with Black Canary."

~*~

Dick hated this. No, that was putting it lightly. This was pure torture.

Sick had always hated events like this, where he had to dress up all nicely and act like a perfect gentleman. They were always boring, and it didn't help that he was always the youngest one at these things. Seriously, if another rich lady came up to him saying how adorable he looked, he was going to punch something. He was 13, not 3!

Anyway, Dick hated these events enough already, but it was nearly unbearable having to put on the rich-kid act with his team. He could practically hear Wally snickering at him from across the room!

Dick spotted Wally, and waved him over. He took a sandwich from Walky's tray and took a bite of it, trying to keep up his cover. He averted his eyes from Walky's so no one would get suspicious. "Bats wanted me to tell you that he thinks this might be an inside job. Keep your eyes peeled," he whispered to his best friend.

Wally gave a simple nod, then grinned ever so slightly. "Having fun here?" he asked.

Dick gave a very unamused look. "What do you think?" he replied.

Wally just grinned at him. "Well I for one think this gig is pretty cool. Except for the fact-" he looked at his tray longingly. "-that we can't eat any of the food here. That part is seriously pure torture."

Dick smirked. "Great to know we both feel the torture then." He noticed another waiter come by and offer him a drink. Dick gladly took one and thanked the waiter- a tall, slim, dark haired man, and sipped his drink as the waiter walked away.

He and Wally continued to chat for a minute or two, before Dick suddenly let out a small moan and held his head. Wally looked at him with confusion and concern. "Dude, you okay?" he asked.

Dick plastered a fake smile on his face, though it was weak. "Y-yeah. I just have a headache. I'll be right back."

Without saying anything else, he set his now mostly empty glass on Wally's tray and walked out of the main room and into the hallway, going to the bathroom.

"Urg.. Why does my head feel so-"
Suddenly, dizziness overcame Dick and he had to grasp the wall to stay upright. His head felt like it was getting attacked by a thousand tiny knives. "Hng...Brsss.. Brsssss..." he said unintelligibly, calling for his guardian even though he knew he wouldn't be able to hear him. No one would. The hallway was empty.

The world spinning like crazy before his eyes, Dick fell to the ground as he clutched his head, trying to get the pain and dizziness to stop. He was briefly aware of a dark and tall figure coming over to him. "Hnng... He...Heee... Lp.." he said, but he found that right now he couldn't form any words. His mind felt all cloudy, and mixed with the dizziness and pain, he started to blackout, the last image he saw the dark figure loom over him."

A/N: Tbc. This was supposed to be just a oneshot but it was getting kinda long and I was running out of time to finish it today. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it so far! Don't kill me for the cliffie, please! Lol. Anyway, the next part should be up soon. Please leave a review!