Past Horrors

Robin clutched the sheets as he toss and turned in a frenzy. The nightmare-no, it was more than a nightmare-the memory ate at him. It tried to hurt him. And, unfortunately, hurt him it did. But, although he dreamed about them almost every night, it wasn't about his parents. That memory was for another night, another nightmare.

In actuality, he was strapped down to a table in a abnormally dull, dim room that was, of course, complete with needles, scary looking dudes in full body suits, tubes of blood, all obviously Robin's, bright computer screens, and no evil testing room is complete without a man in a black tux standing in the shadows staring at the two year old boy where the struggling toddler couldn't see him.

"Ah, have you tested the Gcy7 on him yet?" Asked a deep, confident voice coming from the man in the shadows. He cracked his knuckles, scaring the lead scientist who stood beside him.

"Oh, ah, no, sir." He stuttered. He didn't look at the man who stood beside him in fear. He was most definitely not confident. The coward didn't look at the child suffering for his sorry neck either.

"Then administer it, doctor." He said calmly. He was, even through the shadows, obviously italian. He was young, maybe twenty-five at the oldest. Like all villains, he had a goatee on his square chin. He had a strong build, too, but that was all the two year old could tell.

"But, sir, it could cause unknown side effects! We-we haven tested the substance yet!" The man looked up startled, then lost his nerve. It most definitely went against his morals, but that was ignored as he had to watch out for number one, "Um, r-right away."

The doctor walked over and took a single, lonesome substance and began to administer the drug to the child through his IV, "Sorry, kid."

As soon as the drug hit his system, the child began writhing in pain. He let out a startled cry as tears filled his eyes. He wasn't just fighting the restraints anymore. He was fighting himself. He was fighting his own worst enemy.

Right then, there was an explosion. Through the fires, Robin could see people marching in as the scientists and the man disappeared, running to escape, leaving him behind.

"Do you think anyone's in this wreak?" A male voice asked.

"Kinda doubt it." Another male voice replied.

"We should check anyways." A female voice said.

With his last breath before passing out in the debris and fire, Robin took in a deep breath of polluted air and screamed. When no one came into his sight before he passed out, he felt more hopeless than any other two year old ever had or would.

Robin woke with a start. A fine layer of sweat coated his body and he relaxed his strained muscles. That was one nightmare he really hated to have. A nightmare he preferred he not face. Robin gritted his teeth. Coward, he thought before curling into a ball.

Robin heard the slight beep of his bat communicator. Glancing at his alarm clock, he groaned. It was three in the morning! What was Batman calling for? He picked it up.

"Batman? What's up?" He asked as he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes.

"You'll be staying there for a week." Straight to the point.

"Okay." With the easy reply, Robin smiled, then frowned, "What about school?"

"You'll have a ride." The line ended. Robin flopped down on his bed. This was going to be interesting.