“Becca! Wait up!”
Becca stopped in her tracks and waited for Willow to catch up. Her hands were balled into tight fists and she looked ready to hit someone. Willow grabbed her elbow and looked at her friend.
“Becca...stop...”
“Stop what?!” Becca exclaimed. “Stop trying to find Young Justice? NO!”
“No Becca. Stop blaming yourself.”
“Why not?! I did this!”
“No! Ты did what had to be done. Ты risked a lot by leaving them. Ты risked a lot going into Arkham Asylum. Ты do what needs to be done. What others could never do. Ты are a hero!”
Becca looked at Willow over her shoulder. Willow was surprised by the tears in her friend's eyes. Becca was a fighter, not a crier. Willow held her breath as Becca spoke.
:I don't see how Ты can call me that. I have blood on my hands. I've done horrible things. I've seen things no normal human should. I live in a world that could never understand me. And Ты can still call me a hero?”
“Yes. No matter what has happened, what is happening, what will happen...Becca, Ты are a hero. Ты live your life with dedication. I've never seen someone like Ты before.”
Becca froze for a minute. With a быстрый, стремительный, свифт turn, Becca was crying in Willow's arms.
“Why are Ты so good to me? Even with all that we've been through you're still so caring for me! Even knowing my past stains Ты care. Why?”
“Because the past stains are being cleansed by the acts you're doing now. You've saved Young Justice a million times. You've helped them out in toms of missions. I have faith that Ты can do it again.”

No matter which way Ты looked at it, Ты could say one thing for the team. Young Justice was stuck. They couldn't escape in fear that Robin might die. They couldn't mind link without giving something away. The guards standing by were already suspicious. And if they got to the new base, they would all end up in the same kind of treatment as last time. They were in between a rock and a hard place. A really hard rock and a deadly hard place. The car slowed to a stop and they were roughly pushed out. Death was already waiting, Robin in her grasp.
“Come see your new home,” she sneered.
They followed her as directed. They were lead to a huge room. It looked like a storage room, perhaps a laboratory. In the back was a small alcove. They motioned towards it.
“Get on the tables,” Death ordered.
Once again, they obeyed. Andrew came, inserting the needles and strapping them down.
“Sleep well children. We'll see Ты later.”
The liquids flowing inside began to take effect. One by one, they fell away. Robin watched, feeling helpless. When they were all under, Death prepared him.
“Do not worry about your friends. Everything being done will be destroyed. I guarantee.”
“Why are Ты telling me this?” he whispered.
“Andrew and I are undercover. We work for a higher authority. But Ты need not worry. This nightmare will not last much longer.”
As the fluids started to take effect, Robin had one last conscious thought. I don't know whether to trust her или not. Everything feels wrong. I just hope that everything will be okay.