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Chapter 1

Zatanna sat silently in her room as she looked at a picture of her and her father. Why? Why did he leave her to become Dr. Fate? She understood that he did it to save her, but it was all her fault. She had put on the helmet and caused everything to go wrong. There was a sudden knock on the door, not moving the door opened on its own, Robin walking in.

"What do you want?" she demanded almost surprised at the unnecessary hate in her voice this was not Robin's fault and she knew that.

"Hey," Robin smiled softly ignoring the tone of her voice. "I thought you'd like to talk," he offered. "You've been rather quite for the last few days," he added.

"Does it look like I want to talk?" she snapped rather quickly.

"Talking helps," Robin sighed looking down at her. "Sitting here feeling sorry for yourself won't help anyone, least of all your father," he added bitterly.

"And what would you know?" Zatanna yelled standing up. "What do you know about this?" she demanded. "How would you know how I feel?" as soon as she spoke she felt bad. It was not Robin's fault, and the look on his face told her that what she said obviously hurt him. She could only guess what his eyes looked like behind the dark sunglasses.

"At least…" Robin said after a moment of silence. "He is alive…" Robin muttered as he left her room to leave her in silence. What was that about? Zatanna asked herself. What did that mean? Sitting back down Zatanna realized she knew nothing about Robin, Robin had always kept to himself, on Batman's orders, but maybe because there was something else. Looking back down at the photo she held it to her chest and cried.

Robin was not angry, just sad and depressed, feelings that he had been trying to forget since he was eight were coming back to him at full throttle. Walking to the cave's kitchen he saw Megan baking cookies in silence, the team had all been quite since the mission and the loss for a better word of Zatara. Actually, this whole atmosphere was starting to piss Robin off. Zatanna's attitude, the silence, it was annoying Robin, why couldn't they learn to accept what had happened? He did and he had lost so much more then anyone of them could imagine.

"Robin?" came Megan's voice. "What's wrong?" she asked him.

"Nothing…" Robin muttered. "I'm going back to Gotham," with that Robin walked out of the room.

"Robin!" suddenly came Artemis' voice. "What did you say to Zatanna?" she demanded. "She's crying because of whatever you said!" she snapped.

"Ask her yourself," Robin hissed slightly walking to the zeta-beams.

Recognize Robin B-01 was heard and Robin was gone.

Artemis growled and then turned on Megan who held up her hands in defense.

"I don't know what Robin said, but he is upset about something too, so give him some space," Megan sighed turning back to her cookies.

"Fine, but when he comes back I promise I'll make him tell me…" she muttered under her breath.

Robin now as Dick Grayson walked to the grave yard where his parents where buried carrying flowers in his arms. Walking towards their graves he sat down the flowers in front of them and then sat down on the dirt looking at him with his sky blue eyes.

"Hey guys," he muttered. "I know I haven't been by in a while and I thought I'd bring some flowers," Dick smiled. "I hope you like them," he added. "Anyways, I thought I'd tell you what's going on," he then went on to explain about the last mission. "And now, everyone is depressed," he sighed after his monologue to his parent's graves. Staring at his parents' graves he sighed and stood up brushing dirt off his pants. "But everyone will heal in time, I did, or am," Dick sighed. "But… I still wish you were here," he added lightly touching each grave before leaving.

Dick had insisted to Alfred that he would bike to the graveyard, it gave him time to think about everything, the cool November air felt nice as he walked through the grave stones towards his motorbike. Suddenly a breaking twig made him turn.

"Richard Grayson," drawled a voice that sent a shiver up Dick's spine. "Remember me?" suddenly something his Dick over the head and everything went black.

Bruce Wayne looked at the clock, it was almost time for patrol and Dick had not come back yet. "Alfred," Bruce called walking into the kitchen. "Have you seen Dick?" he asked.

"Not since he left for his parents' graves," Alfred answered holding a plucked duck.

"Damn," Bruce muttered, something was wrong. Then the home line rung, something was surly wrong. Answering it before Alfred could he held the phone to his ear.

"Hello Mr. Wayne, I have something that belongs to you," drawled a familiar voice.

"Who is this and what do you want?" Bruce demanded.

"I'm sorry I forgot to introduce myself, I'm Tony Zucco, and I have Richard Grayson. As for what I want, 1 million in cash. I just escaped prison and I want some spending money," Zucco snickered.

"Where is Dick?" Bruce demanded.

"Say 'Hello,' Dickie," Zucco sneared on the phone.

"Bruce don't…" came Dick's voice then it ended.

"Well, he's alive for now, you have until tomorrow, I'm going to enjoy this," the phone clicked off.

"Alfred, we have a problem."