Kat tiz back from writer's fever. Writing not posting... kidding, my computer crush multiple times lately and I keep losing stuff. So, recovering still. New stories on their way so keep your eye out. And my love of Dick Grayson takes to another story. For those of you interested in Circus Act and Villainary Trade Worker, I'm gonna be trying to catch you peeps up on those. I have a new story as well I'll be posting so watch out for that one. I think its gonna be called Protected Life, about a girl and she is force to separate from her family with a new name and then 8 years later, once again her life is destroyed after it had just been rebuilt. Her little brother Danny and her live secretly in Gotham, hiding, but Boy Wonder takes a liking to the new girl and hero... You'll see. I hope you like my story on Robin, expect at least 2 more chapters, long chapters... here you go :)

We were death defying. We were who they came to see at the circus, the dangerous act that they watched in amazement. We were the trapeze act of Haly's Circus, the ones they waited for...

April 1, 2006: We are the ones who they come to see. My Aunt Karla, Uncle Rick, Cousin John, Mom, dad... And me! Richard John (Dick) Grayson! I'm the youngest member to a trapeze group called the flying Grayson! I turned 9 exactly 4 months ago. Your my friend, and I'll keep you very updated.

We are in Gotham City, have been for a day. I've heard things about this city, screwed things. This city is so bad, they have a masked shadow protecting them called Batman: The Dark Knight! He has been my idol for as long as I can remember. The best there is. Thats why you know Gotham City is a messed up place, so I've been told.

Maybe I don't need others as my source. "I'm telling you Haly! Your circus needs protection, so heres the deal, you pay the money or the performers pay their lives."

"Get out of here Tony Zucco if you know whats good for you! Anywhere near my performers and I'll make you wish you were never born." Haly cracked a whip at the man call Tony Zucco. I was hiding behind crates when he passed.

He noticed me, I didn't get the time to try and run before he grabbed me by my shirt. "HEY! Le mii go! Le mii go! Le mee..." I couldn't finish before he put a hand over my mouth. I mumbled through it.

"Shut it, kid. You won't be speaking any of what you heard to anyone, or you'll get it, Circus Freak."

"Drop the boy! Put him down or so help me, I'll call the police to hunt you down!" This caught his attention. I was still tugging at him arm that had grip on my red t-shirt.

"underweight little brat." He mumbled before he threw me to the ground harshly. Haly cracked the whip again till Zucco was running off. I was on the ground. That hurt, a lot. Tears started forming in my eyes, like any other kid would, I cried.

"Its alright, Dick." Haly came over and picked me up off the ground. "That man isn't coming back, and if he does, he'll regret it. We'll go all out circus on him." Haly smiled. That made me feel a bit better, the joke. I think...

He carried me to the trailer where my family was and traded me off to my mother. "Whats this?"

"He fell down hard." Haly said. He doesn't want the circus to get fidgety about this 'threat.' No worries. Right?

"Thank you Mr. Haly." My mother smiled.

"Anytime Mary." And he walked off.

"I tell you not to run around when its been yet outside, and what do you do?"

"But mum..." I tried to tell her waht really happened.

"Shhh." She said then glared me in the eye. I was at her hip side, she was turned facing me, I was comforted by her arms and her motherly looks of comfort. She used her fingers to push my long bangs away from my face to see my eyes. "You, Dick Grayson, have the prettiest little eyes. The puppy dog pearl blues." I widened my eyes and gave the sad look. "Thats you alright. My little Robin." She sighed. I then hugged her as she set me to my feet. "Now go get dressed so we can rehearse, alright Dick?"

"Yez mommy." I said then running off.

"Hey mister!" I turned back. "No running!" I nodded and walked. When she wasn't looking, I grinned and ran off.

That night during the performance, I had sorta forgotten about earlier events. Until we were heading into the tent. Then men had finished securing the wires. One man came out the wrong way. He was familiar, in a bad way. "Mum! Dad! I know tha't man! He shouldn't..."

"Dick, quiet." Uncle Rick warned.

"Bu't tha man, he..."

"Dick, are you going to be like this all night?" Asked Aunt Karla.

"Bu... But..."

"We have to go on now. Tell us later." They pushed me a bit along. I only resisted once then just followed along side my family. We went to our postitions. Mother, Aunt Karla and I went to the left and dad, uncle Rick, and John went to the right. We were set in our postitions.

"Welcoming our special guest of tonights show, Bruce Wayne!"

"Introducing the Flying Graysons!"

I forgot everything when I was set up into the air. I was the only one out of my family who could do a certain flip. My star moment was then. Performing the Quadropple flip.

Followed by my short solo, was the family finally that I was to young and short to take part in. I'd rather be apart of that. "Don't worry squirt, you'll get your chance." I wish I was in John's spot.

"Someday it'll be more than just a few seconds solos." My dad commented. Then they bother swung off to set themselves with the family. Suddenly I was excited for it to begin. Like time just needs to past for me to watch it again... then all suddenly, my life began to fall apart around me as air stopped reaching my lungs with so much air being gasped out. I had watch their bodies tremble to the ground after a wire had snapped. I looked down in horror. The pearl blues, as my mom nicknamed my eyes, were widened in horror and shined out with tears. Then a light struck me. Tears fell harder and harder. I finally blinked, then shut my eyes. The audience was so silent, you could probably hear my sobbing all the way to the back. Then I snapped into reality and ran went down the latter. Towards the bottom, I just fell down. I ran to my mother. Her eyes were wide open, along with most others. She was breathing quick. Circus members started to gather to help out. I stayed with my mother.

Tears fell like a faucet. "M-mum...?" She snapped out of shock then tried turning her head to me.

"my little robin..." Her hand grabbed mine. "I'll always love you Robin, we all will always love you."

"mum... mom... Don't go." I sobbed. I had her hand in mine. He bracelet that I had given her just 2 days earlier for her birthday. 2 robins... I cried so much that I was about to pass out from headache.

I watched my family be taken away in black bags. My Uncle Rick is still alive and is being taken in the ambulance. A conversation then caught my attention. "What do you mean the boy can't stay here?! We are his family!"
"For his own safety. Zucco might strike again, the kid is a witness, a key witness not to hard to find."

"He'll be safe with me!"

"He'll be safer in child services. I'm sorry Mr. Haly."

"I'm sorry this happened in the worst city in the world. You better be sorry, taking a kid away from everything he has ever known. Child services... ridiculous..." Haly was mad. I was upset. I sat there and cried.

Gordon approached me. I made no reaction of notice. I just sobbed. "Hey, kiddo." He said, sitting next to me.

"the-their gone... *(snff snff)*" I could barely speak, I tried to breathe normal but it was so hard. Air just wouldn't reach my lungs.

"Hey..." Gordon tried getting my attention. "hey, look at me, boy." He tried to get my attention, but my head ach and sobbing self refused. He lifted my chin and turned my head to face him. He looked into my bright blue watery eyes. "It'll all be OK, Dick. It'll all be OK." He embraced me.

"It's-all-my fault." I even started coughing a little bit.

Narrator me: As Gordon left the crying boy to talk to the woman going to be taking him away as child services, Bruce came back. "Bruce Wayne? What are you doing here?"

"Whats going to happen to the kid?"

"He needs protection, so he has to leave the circus. Don't know who'd take him though."

"I'd be more than happy to."

"You don't have too do that. You have too..."

"Oh please. He needs a home for now. The manor provides more than enough room. He'd be safe. I can act as his family for the time being till he is safe in another home. Its the least I can do."

"Are you sure?"

"absolutely."

Bruce went over to the boy who wasn't doing well at coughing his words out to the child services director. "It'll be alright, Dick Grayson. Now come along with me. We'll have to..."

"No, he'll be going with me, Miss."

"Bruce Wayne?"

"Yes, I'll be taking him home."

"You sure?" He nodded.

She left and Bruce was left with the boy. A hand was placed on Dick's shoulder.

Dick Grayson: "I'm Bruce Wayne, but you can call me Bruce. You can come home with me, while everything is being settled, you will get to be apart of my family." I looked slightly up at Bruce. My bangs dangled in my face, covering an eye. Bruce attempted once to move them, but my bangs fell. He then picked me up. I wrapped my arms around his neck and legs around his waist. "Your not a heavy little kid." I didn't bother coughing up a response. "Tomorrow, we'll come back to get your things, and you can say good bye." I nodded. Whipping away my tears was hard to do. I was coughing and gasping for air between my sobs. My head ache grew.

Bruce set me in the backseat of a limo, and he sat next to me. An older man drove the car. In the middle of the ride, Bruce unbuckled my belt and pulled me close to him, he comforted me for the rest of the ride. His chin was set on my head and his hand was on the back of my head. My face borrowed in his chest. I fell asleep for a few minutes then he awoke me by accident getting out of the car. He carried me into the biggest house I've ever seen. The Wayne Manor, as its recognized. He carried me to a room and set me down on a bed. The room was big. "This will be your room. But for right now, rest. Its been a long day." And he left me alone. I sobbed untill I had sobbed myself to sleep.

When I woke up, there were a set of clothes and a new pair of sneekers on a chair. I heard a knock on the door. "May I come in?" Asked a familiar dace.

"Mhmm" I hummed.

"So, when you get dressed, Alfred made you breakfast. Then I was thinking we go get your stuff and go shopping for clothes you like. That OK?" And I responded with a nod to Bruce.

After breakfast, we went to the circus. Haly was already packing up. He spotted us and came over. Kneeling down he embraced me. I let tears fall again. "Your always apart of this family kiddo. The Flying Grayson's isn't over, there is still Dick Grayson."

It was about 2 weeks later. Bruce was teaching me fencing. I swung around the thing like crazy. Not doing anything correctly. "Dick, your using all your energy to quickly." And he knocked the thing out of my hand, pointing his sword at my chest. I smiled and let out a giggle. "Who giggles in defeat?" I tried getting my sword back but he knocked me to the matt. I giggled a bit more and then jumped under him landing behind. I jumped on to his back. "No, that cheating." I attempted to cover him eyes. "Oh no you don't." I let go, landing on the matt again. He flipped me off my picking the matt slightly up. While I was lost in giggle, he picked me up and set me sitting up on a high bar. "And now your taller than me." He heard a door open.

"I'm sorry to intrude Master Bruce and Master Richard, but commissioner Gordon is here and would wish to speak to Master Richard alone." Bruce seemed surprised by this.

"Dick, why don't you go take a shower and ready for dinner." He said lifting me down.

"oh... ok." I said, walking away a bit upset of our ruined bonding time. Today, I knew I had family.

But I'm still curious. So I followed Bruce to the room they were talking privately in. I stayed on the otherside of the door. Alfred was in the kitchen. And I'd hear footsteps if he anyone is coming out.

"I'm sure your going to be relieved to hear that the boy won't have to stay with you anymore soon. We might have Zucco cornered."

"But, what will happen to Dick once you do get Zucco?"

"We'll send him to the foster home. I think someone is already planning to adopt him. A mother, father, and a girl they adopted not to long ago."

"Oh... Good." What!? NO! Not good! Bruce!

"Batman is almost on it. Once Zucco and his brothers are behind bars, it'll be safe to send Dick to the foster home." I gasped. They must of heard me because it all fell silent.

Bruce Wayne: I forgot almost that Dick is only with me temporarily. I heard the gasp outside the door. "Everything alright?"

"No." I said walking to the door. When I opened it, Dick was already running down the hall to play like he heard nothing. I went after him, I knew he saw me. He knew that I knew. But he shut his bedroom door quick.

"Should I leave?"

"I'll work it out with him. I think he is scared of having to adjust so much. I forgot, and never told him his stay he was temporary." Then Gordon left.

"Dick, open the door." I knocked. "I completely forgot about it. I wasn't planning to let them take you away from me. Dick, please just open the door." I heard his small footsteps towards the door. Light, gentle, his small little feet just hit the floor like tapping with a finger. Everything about Dick was small, even for his age. He'd be the short kid most likely growing up. He was swift and gently always. When I knew he had unlocked the door, I opened it. He had run back into the bed and sobbed. His head faced down in a pillow so all I could see was his raven black hair. I see future puppy eyes... Watch it Bruce. Kid is cute, he could probably learn to get his way that way. I turned his small 40 pound body around. His face was red, he cried. I embraced him. He tried to tug away from me but I wouldn't let him. He ended up crying himself to sleep. Not new, he cried for about 5 minutes then falls asleep. Laying the kid in his bed didn't even wake him up. "I won't let anyone take you away from me, Dick, I promise you."

Dick Grayson: I woke up the next morning, glaring at the picture of my family on my bedside. Then an image popped into my head, but I blinked it away and got up and out of bed. My body begged to go back under the covers, it was freezing. I heard a knock at my door. "Good morning."

"Morning, Bruce." I said glumly.

"I'm going to talk to Gordon today, about your future."

"joy..."

"Your future staying here, with Alfred and I."

Bruce Wayne: "Your future staying here, with Alfred and I." I spoke the words. Once he had processed them through his mind, his little head shot up and his pearl blue eyes met mine. "Would you like that? To stay with me?" His mouth slightly opened.

"You meen it?" Sometimes his incorrect sounds made me want to laugh, but I have his files, he speaks 9 languages but English is the tenth, meaning he hasn't fully learned it.

"I'll pull as many perks with the commissioner, your apart of this family now, Dick. This manor hasn't lit up with excitement in a long time. There hasn't been a joyful kid living here in a long time. Hasn't been excitement in my life either."

"What changed your mind?"

"I told you. That, plus after what I'm about to show you, letting you leave isn't going to be an option." He looked shocked at this.

"What?"

"C'mon." I said, he started walking towards me, as I turned towards the door.

Dick Grayson: I went to Bruce, and before I could go out the door, he grabbed me by the waist and lifted me to be held up on his waist. I clung to him and he carried me to the emptiest room in the quiet manor. It had many books which I looked forward to reading, on the 2nd day of my being here, Bruce said that if I like to read, the library is mine just as it is his now. I've finished 5 books within the 2 week time. He has made note of what I've been reading, it made me curious as of why. Maybe he doesn't want me reading something, of he plans to test me if I really do like reading. Or maybe its to see what I like.

Anyways, when we stopped in front of the grandfather clock, the thoughts of books left my mind. "What's this?" I asked. He said nothing, but set the clock to a certain time, opened the door, and pulled the bell. The clock slid to the left, opening to staircase. I've been here 2 weeks. I've discovered most of the secret passages in this house. I've never come this one.

He carried me down the stairs. "This, is the bat-cave." Suddenly, the cave lit up.

Bruce Wayne: His jaw dropped. "Your... y- your the... the Batman... The Dark Knight!"

"And you have to promise to never tell anyone, ever." He nodded.

"I cross my heart." When we were at the bottom of the stairs. "So why d'you tell me?"

"Because you want Zucco. I can tell. You might not be 100% over your parents, and you never will be most likely, but its because Zucco hasn't had justice. I know because thats what drove me. The killer of my parents was never put to justice. I don't want you to be like that. I want you to be my protegé."

"Bu-bu- I can't fight. Not like you enyways."

"It'll take training, work, but you have the guts and skill. So what do you say, partners?"

"Totally!"

Dick Grayson: We worked together...

We trained together...

Then, the time came. We had Tony Zucco nailed. "Hello, Zucco."

"Where are you? Who are you? You sound like a kid."

"Good, I am a kid. I'm also your new nightmare."

"Cute, now come out or go home to your mother and father."

"To bad thats no longer possible." I jumped down from my perch. "Tony Zucco, today you pay for your crimes as a murderer, and stealing money for false protection." It didn't take much to scare him once the fight started. He got a hit on me, throwing me to the ground harshly. I felt the pity for my own body as my conscience begged to stay down. It hurt to get up. But a few seconds later, I heard Zucco's gasp, and saw my new mentor. He occupied a little bit of time. Punching Zucco to give me the time to get up. Then, I finished Zucco off with one last punch. Knocking him out cold.

"So we never decided a name for you. D'you have plans for the R?"

"Yeah... I'm Robin."

Wally West: I was playing video games in my bedroom when my mom called me down. My name is Wally West. I'm 11 years old.

"What is it mom?"

"Batman has a new sidekick."

"REALLY! No one on the league has a sidekick! This is the first and it's of Batman!"

"Just look and listen."

*And, looks like Gotham City now has two protectors. Though we could not get a good picture or real quote from Batman or his new protegé, as commissioner Gordon says, Robin is the new, 9 year old protegé of the Dark Knight. So watch out Gotham villains.* The picture they showed was blurry. But the little kid's suite was black, red, and yellow. He wore a domino mask, and his name was Robin.

"So... AWESEOME! A 9 year old fighting crime, kicking butt in Gotham!"

"And, once again, you've got a new idol."

"Mom! This is big, this is... I'm so excited..."

Kaldur'ahm: My name is Kaldur'ahm and I'm 12 years old. "Hey, Kaldur!"

"Hello, Garth, and Tula." A smile spread when my friends swam next to me.

"D'you hear?"

"About what?"

"About who!" Tula corrected.

"Batman has a new sidekick. 9 year old kid, named Robin! The first of the Justice League!"

"Thats very good." Unlike Garth and Tula, I usually keep calm and hide my excitement over this kind of thing. But I was very excited.

M'gann Mor'z: I'm M'gann. I'm a white martian, and I only overhear things. Batman has a new sidekick. First. Now, I'm very interested.

Artemis Crock: I was watching the news, home alone like always, Jade was actually just outside but never watching me. I'm 11 years old. I live in a grummy part of Gotham City. New sidekick of Batman. This is big. It gives me hope. He gives me hope. What if one day he was just a normal kid like me and now fighting Gotham streets.

1 week later, Bat-cave:

"Hello, Diana."

"Bruce... This isn't a social call."

"Good, I'm not one to be social."

"Where is Dick Grayson?"

"Why do you care where my ward is?"

"I'm' calling child services."

"If you do that, I'll personally take your membership of the league along with anyone else who is supporting this."

"He did nothing wrong, this is tor..."

"Why would you say that?"

"He has been through enough. He is not going to end up like..."

"Like me, thats why he is doing this."

"This is trauma, Bruce."

"What do you know trauma, Miss Princess? What do you know it is like losing the people closest to you within the blink of your eye. As your lie just falls apart, instantly. If you call child services, not only will Dick lose a new home and family, I'll lose the only light in this dark house. He is the only thing that has brought joy into my life in a long time. He has the passion in fighting crime. He has the joy. He won't ever end up like me. Don't think you can dare and say you know what its like, you know whats best, that you may understand. Because thats what hurts anyone even more."

"Then take him out of..."

"You can come out, Dick." Diana was shocked, now looking around. Bruce walked over to someplace near the darkness of the room. "Come on, Dick, its alright. Nothings going to happen. Not on my watch." Diana was still trying to find the boy Bruce spoke to, as if he wasn't there. But knowing Batman, he probably has put intense training onto the young Grayson, and Dick had probably already master stealth and extra acrobatics, considering the master acrobat he already was. Suddenly, there was the smallest of noise, even Diana could barely hear. But she saw the white optics in the darkness. Dick was hiding, perched on a small dent in the rock, it was a tunnel actually, that Bruce was never able to figure out because the tunnel was too small for his own fit. But Dick was perfect. There was a perfect spot to hide at the end, where he could be a perched, perfect robin of the dark. Bruce picked up the small figure, into his arms. Dick was carried back to where Bruce was originally standing, infront of Diana.

"You must be Wonder Woman." A quiet dace, fitting to the kid, whispered. "cause your name is Diana, bright blue eyes, perfect skin culor, and the same hieght." Diana gave a shocked look.

"He firgured that out with one picture." Bruce said. Then he looked Dick in the eye of his optics. Then bringing up a hand to remove the boy's mask.

"Did you mean it?" Dick asked in whisper.

"Mean what?"

"Your not going to take me ((no a sound)) way from Bruce, are you? They are going to send me back to the foster home. I don't wan to. I want to stay with Bruce and Alfred." And again, Diana was shocked.

"What d'you..."

"He isn't a dog, Diana. We are family." Diana looked looked into the pearl blues. His features were obviously foreign. He wasn't American. His eye shape seemed china dolled. His small body was Russian, his skin and face features, Romanian. Not much American about him. He didn't even seem to know much English.

"Where were you born?"

"Rome."

"Thought so. You look it. You don't know much propper English?"

"Romanian, Portuguese, Italian, Russian, French, Spanish, Persian, African, Sweetish, Latin, and Japanese. I was learning English within thee first year of it when I had to leave the studies. Its the hardest language I have ever had to learn. Coming from an international circus, I need to know more than one language."

"Thats a lot of languages."

"And Alfred is continuing his studies, then Dick will start school once his English is good enough. I'd say its getting pretty good." Dick now clung to Bruce. It was late, late for the bat family. Not to much for Bruce as much Dick. They had a quiet patrol. Gotham was somewhat peaceful. But its Gotham, so barely.

"According to Flash, his nephew has a new fan club. Congrats, Robin. Sorry Batman. But I think you scored the longest."

"A whole week of that kids glory, impressive." Diana giggled a bit. Bruce smiled at this. Dick didn't get it.

"The week before was Manhunter."

"And you."

"Then our somewhat new Green Arrow."

"And... I forgot who before."
"And next week will be Tornado."

"Superman?"

"Already."

"I see." There was a pause and then Bruce went over to his computer. He set Dick on his feet and then sat in his big chair that he has spent many nights in. Dick watched, understanding every move that man made on the computer. Picking up a file. "This is the new League investigation." Diana read over the file.

"Meeting tomorrow then, unless your busy."

Bruce looked to Dick. The boy's usually cheerful doll eyes were dull. Obviously Dick was tired. "I'll see. Do it Monday. The day after tomorrow."

Diana nodded. Then starting walking off. "And Bruce, I'll be monitoring this." She had stopped to look Bruce in the eye. Maybe she was wrong. Then she met the pearl blues. "Nice to meet you Dick." He nodded. Then she left for the exit she came in at.

Bruce finished a few things and then he heard the third yawn from Dick. "Alright, I get it. It's time to shut down for the night." Bruce said shutting down his computer. He once again picked up Dick and carried him to the stairs and up. They were in the manor now. Dick still had part of his uniform on. No cape, no belt. Just the base of his uniform. He didn't even have the red vest on. So, just the black short sleeved shirt and black leggings. He also had his shoes on. The shoes fit around his feet kind of like water shoes. But these were acrobatic shoes. Meant for kicking butt and doing his tricks. Or as Dick said, trix. "How about you go get dressed in pjs and I'll be up in a minute." Dick nodded as he was set down. The boy took off. He tripped on the stairs. He seemed to be good at that.

"Oww..."

"Come on, get back up."

"Tha'n'x for the 's'pport."

"Thanks with a K and support with a u." Bruce corrected as Dick got up. Before he could take off again, "You wouldn't fall if you'd walk." Dick paused. In a way, he got his memory mixed with reality. He expected to hear a 'Hey Mister.' Like his mom had said that day. She thought Dick running around was why he fell.

When Dick noticed that Bruce took note of this pause, he shook his head to jump back into reality. And walked up the stairs. "Thanks and support."

"Good." When Bruce was going his own way now, because their rooms were on separate floors, Dick thought he could dash off again but a dace in his head stopped him. He looked around, wishing that he'd see his mom or dad telling him no running. But nothing.

The next morning, Dick was up before Bruce for the first time. But Dick didn't leave his bedroom. Alfred only knew Dick was awake because he peeked in to find the boy, not in bed. Alfred did wonder where the boy was in the room, but Alfred thought most likely, he was in his usual reading spot, in his closet, hiding with a little light to see. Why Dick would do that was beyond his concern, but still concerning. Or Dick would be outside on the roof.

Bruce awoke and came to the kitchen to see Alfred cooking. "Morning Alfred."

"Good morning Master Bruce. D'you sleep well?"

"Yes. I assume Dick is still sleeping."

"Actually know. He has been up for the past hour."

"Doing what? Its 7 in the morning. I have work."

"He has been reading sir."

"Hmm. He has finished almost 100 books since he has been here."

"Actually, 89."

"Still, a lot. I can't keep track of what he has been reading anymore though because he hides in his bedroom all the time. Its sometimes though like no book has left the shelf."

"And yet, you have barely read any of the books you have in the library. When a 9 year old beats you in that, don't you find it concerning?"

"He isn't a complex child to understand. He is quiet. He can read English I know perfectly fine."

"Well, he doesn't read many English books. Their usually Spanish, Russian, French, or Romanian."

"Oh. Has he read English?"

"About 20."

"Good." Then Bruce walked off to the upstairs. He doesn't actually remember why Dick's room is up here. Oh yeah, this was once Bruce's old room.

Bruce knocked on Dick's door. No answer. So he then opened the door. "Dick? You in here?" He couldn't see where the boy was. The bed covers were ruffled up. Bruce walked in and looked around. Then he saw a blue light from the closet. He opened the door and saw the young Grayson sitting in the corner with a little light. "Good morning."

"Buna dimineata Bruce."

"Which langauge is that?"

"Romanian."

"I'm guessing thats the written of the book too, right?"

"da."

"Thats a language I don't know. I know French, Russian, Spanish, Portuguese, Italian, Chinese, and Japanese."

"I know very little Chinese, but its not hard if you know Japanese."

"Your a strange kid, you know that?"

"da."

"Thats a yes, isn't it?"

Dick nodded. "da. Yes, it means yes." Bruce nodded.

"What ya reading?"

"Suspecful." Bruce nodded.

"There is breakfast downstairs. If you want." Dick nodded and got up. He set the book on his bed coming out of the closet.

Meanwhile:

"Diana!"

"I'm not going to be the one to do it. Manhunter senses nothing! If it seems something else, we'll do something else."

"I just hate the idea of a kid in this stuff. And in Gotham."

"He is a shy and quiet kid, Berry. I don't blame you."