Harsh breathes escaped his throat as he ran, dodging the attacks from his family and friends.

The mission had failed. It was up to the team to save the league. They had failed. The league was under Savage's control. As were his team. What could he do on his own? He was only human. Sure, he was Batman's protègè, but there was a limit to how  much he could do. Taking down the league and his team had by far surpassed that limit. He narrowly avoided Superman's heat vision as he jumped into the zeta beams. He could see both of the Flash's speeding towards him. But the zeta beam was faster.

Within a second, he materialised in Gotham. He knew he didn't have much time. He did the only thing he could. He ran. Sprinting wildly through Gotham towards the Batcave. It was only a matter of time before the league arrived there. He began to make a mental list of the things he would need. Clothes, money, equipment... Maybe he could steal the Bat-mobile? No... It'd give away his position easily, and he'd find it harder to hide with that thing around. Besides. He couldn't just take Batman's car, and drive off. Or could he...? He shook his head, clearing that thought from his head. Sure he'd be able to move quicker, but then he'd be seen faster. He had to find a way to escape Gotham with being seen...

After what seemed like hours to him, he reached the Batcave. He wasted no time.

"Alfred! Alfred! Are you here?! Are you okay?!" Robin shouted, as he ran around the cave collecting whatever he would need and stuffed it in a bag. His trusty butler came down, a worries frown etched onto his face.

"My word, Master Dick, but what are you doing?" Alfred asked.
"No time, Alfred you need to get out of here. The league and the team are being mind-controlled. They'll be here soon. Get out of here." Robin explained as quickly as he could, stuffing more things into his bag.

"But what about you? I cannot just leave you to fend for yourself."

"I'll be fine, Alfred. I'll work it out, but for now my main concern is getting out of here and you out of harm." Robin stated, shoving a heap of money into the bag before zipping it up and throwing it over his shoulder. He ran to the butler.

"C'mon. Let's get you out of here."

Alfred nodded in reply and was about to turn when he noticed Batman entering the cave. He was already here...

"Looks like we have run out of time, Master Dick." Alfred stated, gesturing to Batman behind the teen. Robin turned around to see Batman on the other side of the care.

"Dammit. So not asterous." Robin muttered. "Go!" Robin turned around and began throwing explosive disks at his mentor before turning around again and following Alfred out of the grandfather's clock. Something blew up just as he closed.
Robin sighed out of relief before jogging after Alfred. Time was running thin. How long did he have until the rest of the league arrived?

Alfred was about to enter his room when he spotted something around the corner.

His eyes widened. Robin turned around to see a Batarang hurtling towards his throat. He realized he had no time to dodge it. That was it. Killed by his mentor...

Suddenly, Robin was being pushed to the side as Alfred took his place. His eye's widened as he saw the Batarang hit Alfred right next to his heart. Blood splattered everywhere, covering Robin's face. Alfred's blood now straining him.

Robin hit the wall, staring in shock at his dear friend fell to the ground with a thud, blood beginning to leak everywhere.
Tears swarmed at his eyes. Alfred... The man who had helped care for him all those years. The one who had helped Bruce become a good father figure. The man who had cared for him while Bruce was busy or hurt. The one who helped support him through his hardships when Bruce could not. The man who had helped him and Bruce solve many of their arguments. Was now dying in front of him.

"Alfred!" He cried, surging forward and turning the man onto his back, ignoring the blood leaking onto him as tears rolled down his face in waves.

"Master Dick...Please, sa-... Save master... Bruce. I know... That you can...Do it... Stay...Safe." Alfred weezed, taking his final breath, and giving a small smile as his eyes glassed over.
"Alfred!" Robin shouted cradling the man's head as the man's blood spilled all over him. He completely ignoring the dark knight's approach. Robin's fragile frame shook with grief as the Dark Knight towered over him.
Robin's hatred-filled eyes stared up at the man he once thought of a kind father figure. Tears began to fall off his face, slightly washing off some of the blood before it combined with the pool of blood on the floor.

"How could you?!" Robin shrieked. "Is there really no coming back for you?! I would have thought I would have been able to talk you out of that stupid mind control, but if you can kill Alfred without even the slightest of regret, then there's no coming back for you!" He shouted, his body now shaking with rage. A hole had formed in his heart as he realized how heavy the situation was. There was no coming back for the league. There was no coming back for the team. There was no coming back for Batman. Even if they did somehow, Alfred... Alfred would remain dead...

Batman ignored his words and picked Robin up by the throat before slamming him into the wall, a crater forming from the impact. Robin desperately clawed at the hand keeping him prisoner. Blood ran down his head, also trickling from his mouth as his lungs were practically crushed. But that didn't stop him.

"How could you?" Robin spat. "After all he's done... You couldn't find it in yourself to try to break free... Just for a couple of seconds?!" He shouted, the grief and pure rage showing. He didn't care about the amount of emotion he was showing. He didn't care about the way his lungs burned from the lack of oxygen. He didn't care about the fact black spots were appearing in his vision.

But he did wonder why Batman wasn't killing him. Was he fighting the mind control? Was he trying to take him back as a prisoner? If that was the goal, why was that batarang aimed for his neck? He just couldn't make sense of it. He couldn't make sense of anything. He knew he couldn't let his emotions overpower him like they were, but he couldn't stop himself. Usually, when someone dies in front of him or scars them for life, and he may be furious when he finds the murderer. Maybe it was the fact that he lost someone dear to him? Maybe it was the fact that someone dear to him was murdered by another dear one to him.

He couldn't find it in himself to fight back. What was the point? The league lost. His team lost. What was the point in resisting the inevitable? He was the only one left.

But Alfred asked him to save Batman even though he knew that he was the one who killed him. No. It was the mind control.

Before Batman could react, Robin reached down and pulled a sleeping pellet from his belt and threw it in Batman's face. Batman stumbled back, before falling to the ground. Robin looked down at the form of his sleeping mentor as he gasped for breath. He knew he was running out of time, but he couldn't find it in himself to move...

If only he still had the means to free Batman from the mind-control. He could save his mentor... But as it was, they were all destroyed. He couldn't do anything to help him.

Taking one last glance at his mentor, knowing it was the last time he'd ever be able to see him, let alone save him, he picked his bag up, and sprinted from the manor, regrettably leaving behind Alfred's dead body and the sleeping figure of his mentor.

He didn't care about the heartache he felt, nor did he care about the tears that streamed from his face as he went and took his motorcycle.
At least he could still have that...

Robin rode out into the stormy weather, onto the wet road, not even noticing the thunder. He had no idea where he was going, but he knew he had to hide. Tears once again streamed down his face.

This was really happening...