Oops! I'm so sorry, I didn't realize I posted the wrong chapter! Well, here's what is supposed to be chapter 1.

Btw, I made up "aqua-mode."

Chapter 1

"Robin, where are you going?" Raven asked, suspiciously.

Robin froze, his muscles tense and rigid, then turned around.

"I'm gonna go on a patrol," he replied, completely cool.

"All by yourself?" Raven pressed.

"Yes," he answered, flatly. "I-I don't want anyone getting hurt."

"So you don't think we can save ourselves," Raven scoffed. "You don't think any of the Titans can fight for themselves."

Annoyance bit Robin.

"Could Sparrow have fought?" he snapped. "I don't want Slade getting a hold of any of you guys, okay? That's it."

He stalked away, seething with anger.

Robin slowly got onto his motorcycle, now regretting his short temper from earlier. He considered going back to apologize.

No, that would lead to more questions to where he was going. And, he might spill the fact that Sparrow- his sister- wasn't actually, dead.

He sighed, running all the secrets he had through his mind. There were far too many.

He drove out of the Titans Tower and shifted his bike to "Aqua-mode." The wheels turned so they were flat, and sped over the water. When he reached land, it shifted back to its original form and he headed towards the apartments near Jump City University. He reached his destination.

"Robin, come in," Grayson opened the door before he knocked.

She smiled at him, the exact same smile as when she was Sparrow, the same one she gave only a week ago when he discovered she was alive. The corners of her lips curled, so it was almost a sly smirk, but she still looked terribly sad. Her almond shaped eyes sparkled the same electric blue, but the lines defining them were darker, and the corners sagged exhaustedly.

"Thanks," Robin stepped inside. "What's wrong?"

"Hm? Oh," Grayson looked down at her fuzzy moose slippers. "Nothing big, just, there are term grades coming out tomorrow, and I'm sure I did bad."

She groaned comically, and plopped onto her bean bag cushion.

"So, watcha doin' here?" she stared up at him. "I'm sure the 'Control Freak hid Xenothium in my apartment' was a fib."

Oh yeah, he had forgotten about that.

"I guess you just wanted some explaining," he answered truthfully. "You seemed pretty shocked when I said the people in your locket were my parents."

Grayson became quiet.

"That would be nice," she said, politely.

Robin sat in the chair she had offered to him last time. He thought for a moment.

Grayson is alive, but doesn't remember anything. She can only recall bits and pieces. That means she could have amnesia. But, her heart stopped when I checked. He flinched at the memory. So she could've been poisoned. His eyes widened. Slade had that nightmare serum, how many more chemicals could he have had?

She was injected with memory serum.

"Uh, where should I start," he stalled, trying to figure why Slade would inject her.

He wanted the perfect apprentice, and found Grayson. Why would he wipe her memory?

Robin remembered the guilt pouring out of her expression right before she smashed his head against the wall, making him pass out.

She had injected herself.

Robin glanced at Grayson, who was still looking at him expectantly. He had to talk soon.

Why did she inject herself? he thought, frantically. She was guilty, she, she-.

"Hello?" Grayson waved her hand in front of his face.

Robin blinked in acknowledgment and noticed he was sweating.

"You just started turning really pale," she stood up and went to the kitchen. "Were you having a panic attack, too?"

She can back with two spoon and a plastic jar labeled, "Nutella". She dug one spoon into the jar on gave him the other.

"This all the chocolate I have right now," she licked the spoon clean. "What some?"

Robin gently shook his head and glared at her.

"Aren't you supposed to spread that on bread?" he cocked his head.

"Well," she shrugged, "why taint the amazingness of Nutella with baked wheat?"

Robin grinned and got a spoonful, unable to help himself.

"You feeling better?" Grayson asked once they emptied half the jar.

"Yeah," Robin twirled the spoon through his fingers, thanking the person who invented the hazelnut-chocolate.

Grayson chuckled.

"You've got chocolate all over your mouth," she snorted.

Robin turned red and wiped his lips with the back of his glove.

"You don't look much better," he muttered.

She laughed and swiped her tongue around her mouth, Miley Cyrus style.

Robin smiled.

"Hey, while we're stuffing ourselves with Nutella," she shot up and returned to her kitchen.

She found whipped cream and sprinkles, and a colossal tub of ice cream.

"Why don't you help me finish these?" she smirked.

Robin stared at the ice cream.

"Where did you find that?" he gaped, imagining Cyborg's reaction to the tub.

"I find my ways," Grayson said, wiggling her eyes mysteriously.

Robin laughed and joined her as she began to scoop unnecessarily large amounts of vanilla and strawberry ice cream into her bowl. He did the same, and grabbed the whipped cream.

He aimed and pressed the nozzle, but his finger slipped on the cap and sprayed the sugary cream all over Grayson.

"Sorry!" he set the can on the counter and examined to see if she was alright. "Sorry, it was an accident!"

Grayson stared at him, her face completely emotionless. He would've preferred it if she yelled at him.

"It's okay," she arm inched towards the chocolate sprinkles. "I totally forgive you."

Suddenly, Robin felt like ants were tickling his scalp and sliding into his uniform.

"Hey!" he shook himself, trying to get rid of the sprinkles that had rained on him.

Grayson laughed, and Robin grinned. He liked her laugh. It didn't sound suppressed, and wasn't out-of-control-and-super-high-pitched. Just a classical laugh.

Robin turned to grab the whipped cream, again.

"You asked for it!" he spun around and found no one. "Hey, where-!"

"AMBUSH!"

Brown dust filled the air, filling Robin's nose. It was hot chocolate powder mix.

"What?" Robin coughed, confused.

There was a familiar spraying sound as a cold landed on his head, shoulders, face, and mouth. Whipped cream.

The powder settled and Robin found Grayson calmly sitting on her bean bag chair, a clean bowl of ice cream in her hands.

"What-" he stuttered, "how-"

Grayson threw her head back, cackling with her mouth full of melting ice cream.

"I'm sorry," she tried wiping the cream off her face, only making it worse. "I had to do that."

Robin realized he had a shocked expression and shook it off.

"How did you do that?" he asked. "You were right beside me, then I turn around for less than a second and you already made a smoke-bomb with chocolate powder."

Grayson put an 'idk' face on.

"I dunno," she shrugged and chugged more ice cream. "Intuition?"

Intuition.

"But it was pretty cool," she smirked. "I hung on that lamp up there," she pointed at the kitchen ceiling. "I felt like Batman."

Intuition. Ha, yeah.

So, Grayson still had some of her skill left from, from before she lost her memory. Despite her indulgence of junk foods. That would be a note for later.

"Well," Robin grabbed his spoon and scooped whipped cream from his hair, "no point in wasting good food."

They cleaned the kitchen, even though Grayson offered to do it herself because she made the "chocolate smoke bomb."

She glanced at him as she scrubbed the floor and chuckled, again.

"Do you want to take a shower before you leave?" she asked. "Your hair is stickier than that gel you use."

Robin bit back a comment about girl's hairspray and sighed.

"Sure," he said. "Do you mind if I do it now? The Team will be wondering where I am."

"They don't know you're here?" Grayson knit her eyebrows.

"Uh, yeah," he admitted, grudgingly.

She looked like she wanted to say something, but she didn't.

Robin went to the her little bathroom in the back of the apartment and quickly stripped off his clothes, looking around as if someone would jump at him. He entered the little stall and turned on the water.

The water was freezing cold, at first, but Robin stood there. He was tired from trying to figure out what had happened with his sister, and peeled off his mask to cool his sore eyes. The last time he took off his mask was six months ago.

The water grew warmer, soothing his frigid skin. He ran his bare fingers through his hair. The stickiness slowly washed away, leaving his hair limp and shiny. When he decided he it was enough, he turned off the water and discovered a towel waiting for him. He dried off and cleaned the cream off his suit. Soon, he was dressed and ready to go.

"Thanks," he walked back to Grayson's living room.

She smiled and looked up at him, then froze. She stared at him strangely for a few moments, then stood from the spot she was cleaning. Grayson walked over to him, as if in a trance.

She brushed his eyelid, and he realized he wasn't wearing his mask.

"Your eyes," she murmured to herself. "They, they look like mine."

Robin stood, staring back into her eyes, and slipped into memory. He attempted to not think of his mother, and failed. Grayson's blue gemstones glowed in his mind, and her face gradually shifted into his mom's. Robin's mother caressed his face and kissed his forehead, whispering "I love you, my little robin."

He blinked tears out of his eyes, and his sister did the same.

Except, she didn't know that she was his sister.

"Sorry," she quickly removed her hand, "you should be going. Your friends must be waiting."

Robin nodded and reluctantly walked out of the door, the images of his mother running through his head.

"Thanks, again," he croaked.

She smiled genuinely.

"Anytime, bro."

He cringed.

"And, sorry for not getting to the locket," he apologized.

She frowned.

"It's okay," she said, darkly. "I should live without it."

Idk why chocolate is good for panic attacks, I just read it from other stories. I know, bad references :P.

I sorta stole the whipped cream war from the amazing TT fanfic, "Warped Identity" by Anthezar. (I think I got that right.)

Just wanted to bond the bro and sis, again.

Done with my nonsense, hope you liked it!

Byes!