Ok first song fic. The song is an angle with a shot gun by the cab and I do not own!.

ANN2 okay I can not handle this thing anymore and am editing it. the original of high school me is horrific. I am also using the frankly adorable dick speaks little English trope. Warning mild use of racial slurs stereotypes and implied rape.

I'm an angel with a shotgun, shotgun, shotgun, an angel with a shotgun, shotgun, shotgun|

Robin sighed sharpening his bird-a-rang, hating the innocent looking blade that has caused so much pain but also believing it better than the knives he would be using if the court of owls got their way.

Get out your guns, battles begun, are you a saint, or a sinner?|

Robin knew that his past contains things that would make the most hardened criminals tremble. Deeds that most would find terrible wrong and downright evil, but he does it to help people. Is being a super hero being a helper or a glorified bully is a question he has asked himself often. But even if he is not proud about the horrific crimes that he has committed. He is proud of helping prevent Gotham from drowning in it's own personal cesspool of filth of depravity, for saving even one kid from experiencing the traumatic loss of a parent is worth the sleepless nights and blood soaked hands.

| If loves a fight, than I shall die, with my heart on a trigger.|

Even though he can have crushes and seems happy, hyper and EMOTIONAL all the time. In reality his heart died a long time ago plummeting to a grisly end with the rest of his family, and had died in that jail cell in juvenile hall. Leaving the being that walked away a hollow shell of his former self.

| They say before you start a war, you better know what you're fighting for|

When he became a superhero, he was not fighting for fame or money or recognition. No he was fighting for his friends, Bruce and Alfred, his parents but most importantly. He was fighting to save parents so that other children would not have to go through what he did.

| Well baby, you are all that I adore, if love is what you need, a soldier I will be.|

In all honesty robin hates fighting. He grew up in a circus, making strangers laugh, making them happy. He loved nothing more than seeing someone smile because of something he did. It was why he spent every spare day bribing the juvie guards to give him a list of kids who had not been visited for a while and to give him time to meet with them, just to lend a empathetic ear and a shoulder to cry on. It was a big blow to him when he started fighting. But it makes him feel better when he remembers that he is going against his morals to protect the people he made smile.

I'm an angel with a shotgun, fighting till' the wars won, I don't care if heaven won't take me back. I'll throw away my faith, babe, just to keep you safe. Don't you know you're everything I have? And I, wanna live, not just survive, tonight.

When he fights he doesn't think of plans or ideas or weaknesses, the entire time he visualizes his friends and family being there proud of him it gives him the will to go on. The will to keep fighting, to keep surviving. Scraping through fights with reckless abandon, swirling and whirling with a maniacal suicidal edge in a maelstrom of controlled destruction.

Sometimes to win, you've got to sin, don't mean I'm not a believer. ..And major Tom, will sing along. Yeah, they still say I'm a dreamer.

He has no powers, and he accepts that. But he has had to do a lot of bad things because of it. In one of the most dangerous cities in the entire country, one misstep on mistake could cost him his life. So he pushed himself and trained, day in and day out. Accepting nothing less than perfection because anything else will get him killed or worse. He loves his life now, but often wonders what would have happened if his family did not go on that night.

they say before you start a war, you better know what you're fighting for. Well baby, you are all that I adore, if love is what you need, a soldier I will be.I'm an angel with a shotgun, fighting till' the wars won, I don't care if heaven won't take me back. I'll throw away my faith, babe, just to keep you safe. Don't you know you're everything I have? And I, wanna live, not just survive, tonight.
Ooooohhhhhhhh, ooooooohhhhh whoa whoa oooh whoa

When the death of the flying Grayson's occurred he was a lithe, thin, athletic, Pretty little boy with only one drawback in the eyes of potential foster parents. He was a foreigner who could not speak more English than asking where he was, where the bathroom is at and to "enjoy the show!" Even worse in their eyes he was roma, a gypsy rat and circus freak who will be waiting in the wings to rob them blind. Young, sneaky, untrustworthy and stupid to them he would never amount to more than a thief or a prostitute. The system had been kind for taking a non citizen in, especially considering Romania had the potential to be even worse than anything America could throw at him. And throw it did, the social worker tried but with all of the orphanages full and no foster homes willing to take him in they were forced to use the last resort, Juvenile Hall. He spent 2 months in a cruel place where the innocent, confused, grieving pretty little boy who spoke no English was like a sirens call to the more depraved prisoners, and was snapped up as a little prison trophy within the first 24 hours. When Bruce finally got the approval to take him in he emerged from that hell just a little more shattered than he was before, a mere broken shadow of his former self.

I'm an angel with a shotgun... Fighting till' the wars won.. I don't care if heaven won't take me back.
I'm an angel with a shotgun, fighting till' the wars won, I don't care if heaven won't take me back. I'll throw away my faith, babe, just to keep you safe. Don't you know you're everything I have? I'm an angel with a shotgun...And I want to live, not just survive, tonight.
... And I'm goanna hide, hide, hide my wings tonight.

Dick Grayson did not know how to do anything but hide behind masks. Bruce Wayne's gypsy pet pretending to be well mannered, Robin boy wonder, Rob, Dick, Renegade. All yet none of those people are him, just masks slid over the face of the broken doll masquerading as a solider. A doll that was once know as Richard John Grayson.

They say before you start a war, you better know what you're fighting for. Well baby, you are all that I adore, if love is what you need... a soldier I will be.

fin.