Hello, It's Raving here! I have been in this community for many years now, but it took me almost two years to write what you are about to read. But hey, It's here now!

Just some quick Notes (I know you want to read the thing but bare with me):

This is slight AU, as in the Bat brother's ages are off and their backgrounds. But not to much I promise! I had to alter them for the story line. You have been warned! (And yes, I do actually know their stories, don't bother me about them please)

This is set between season one and season two, and is my interpretation of the events.

If you are looking for the Young Justice team, they will be coming shortly I swear.

Lastly, for any old readers! I have updated some things and revised! Sorry about the inconsistency in ages/font/ect.!
Ages: Richard 15, Jason 11, Tim 8 (Almost 9)

PART ONE~BEGINNING

CHAPTER ONE

There is always that little moment in your life that you will always remember, one that happened right before your life was completely changed from there and on. Commonly, the moment is pointless, like a movie you saw, a dinner with a friend, or even the last time you cleaned your room.

For Richard Grayson, that time had always been the last dinner he had with his parents before the fateful fall.

What the young teen was unaware of was that there comes another moment in his life that he would soon consider it to be the next dramatic change.

The day that his parents died, he always said it started when he had just finished his vegetables for his parents, when he had run out of the family trailer to overhear Tony Zucco.

This time, Richard 'Dick' Grayson, or to some Robin the Boy Wonder, had his moment start when his alarm woke him early on the first day of spring break…

Wayne Manor
Gotham City
March 24th 2013
6:59 AM

The day had started out as a cold clear, early march morning.

Wayne Manor, sitting on its perch above Gotham, as a silent watchtower for the billionaire whom resided in there, was just beginning to wake up. For Bruce Wayne did not live alone with his butler anymore as he once had. Instead, if one were curious enough, or rather brave enough, to enter the manor; one would see three young boys.

All of them looked identical, with black shaggy hair, and beautiful bright blue (or in one case more of a turquoise green) eyes that reminded the individual looking upon them of a stranded beach and the sparkling Caribbean ocean that resided with it.

Yet, digging deeper into the three 'brothers', the curious onlooker would discover that these boys truly did not have much in common other than their appearances and complexions. They were as different as night and day, as opposite as white and black. Yet as similar as dawn and dusk, if you put your mind to work and realize just how alike they really were.

The youngest adopted 'son' of Bruce Wayne was a young boy named Timothy Drake, at the young age of eight (and a half). His mother long passed away, he lost his only parent, his father, only a few months prior, and taken under Bruce Wayne's wing officially only a few weeks after the tragic affair.

Then, the middle child of age eleven, Jason Todd, with a bad attitude and a hot temper to match, came next. He was the one with eyes were more green then the stunning blue of his adopted brothers. He hadn't always been as bad as people will soon remember him to be, but his story is one almost as legendary as his predecessor.

Lastly, the most important and oldest ward of the Wayne 'family' was fifteen years old. His name was Richard Grayson.

Here, our story begins on a simple chilled sunrise, as Dick Grayson rose from his bed on his very first day of Spring Break.

Dick heard his alarm begin to go off, and he shifted in his sleep with a groan. Pulling his bright blue sheets over his head, covering his messy black hair and burying his face deeper into the never ending depth of his pillows. Wrapping his toes around his warm comforter, he refused to acknowledge that it was time for him to get out of bed before someone else came and got him.

But the alarm continued to go off, and the noise clanged on inside Dick Grayson's still sleepy state.

He refused to get up; this was supposed to be a break wasn't it? Couldn't he sleep in for another hour or so? A stream of dim grey light was casting across the bottom of his bed. Informing him that the day was a cloudy one. More the reason to curl up tighter in the warm sheets and avoid going out to run a few miles in the chilly weather to please his mentor.

A knock sounded on his bedroom door, and a firm crisp voice called through the barrier; adding to the noise the poor teenager wanted to ignore.

"Master Dick, if you don't get up right now, I'm afraid you'll have to go to training without breakfast and have to explain to Master Bruce why you are kneeling over in hunger half way through," Alfred, the family butler, called out to him.

Dick weighed his options.

He could stay in bed, sleep in for once, and go without Alfred's excellent cooking before heading towards the gym where he was required to be in for three hours at least. Then, see Bruce's face when his stomach gave a rattling irritated growl for not having a single bite of food to process on as he strained his body to the limit. Or he could do as he was told, and avoid the trouble.

The trouble that the batglare would come with.

That settled the dispute, as he finally rolled out of bed. Then ceremoniously fell to the floor, bringing the comforter and the sheets with him in a large heap. The alarm still going off above his head. 7:03, meaning he had fifty-seven more minutes before he had to get inside the gym and warming up for training.

"Don't forget Master Dick, it is your turn to take Ace out for a walk," The butler added, already knowing that the fifteen-year old was tired enough as it is.

Richard moaned on the floor at the reminder, and slammed his hand down on the clock, before finally managing to de-tangle himself from his blankets. Ace was Tim's German Sheppard, and he still wanted to know how he managed to convince Bruce to let him have it. And why Alfred seemed to believe the whole family had to take turns feeding him and walking him.

As if the clock was teasing him, it changed to 7:04. Turning around, he glanced about his room.

His very messy room that had just been cleaned up last night.

For a large room that he had, clothes had been pulled from his dresser and closet then dumped on the floor. His desk was littered with his papers and sketches. Various items in new spots that were not there last night when he had gone to bed.

Someone had been in his room last night…when he was asleep.

Jason. He thought, rolling his eyes. His younger brother didn't like to respect the natural boundaries of personal space. He loved getting on people's nerves. Something that he had been trying to knock out of his eleven year old adopted brother; but his temper was one to rival Batman's. He knew from experience, and it was not pretty.

Pulling on a simple blue t-shirt and black jeans, he decided he would change into training clothes after he had took Ace for a quick run around the manor's grounds. Flipping through his door, he headed down the hall doing a series of back flips and cart wheels.

"Do you ever just walk down the hall like a normal person?" Jason growled, exiting his room and following his brother. He was an awful morning person, and he heard that Bruce had kept him up last night for stealth training.

"A simple 'good morning' too much for you Jason? Heard you were up late last night," Dick teased, giving his brother the eye as he fell in step with him. He snorted not amused; just as Tim came racing down to join them.

"Morning Jay, morning Dick!" He announced in cheer, squeezing himself between the two older brothers. Dick laughed at the expression on Jason's face, and ruffled Tim's still messy hair.

"Morning Tim, you guys head down to breakfast, I have to go walk Ace. By the way, either of you two go into my room last night?" The younger boys exchanged confused looks, and Tim piped up quickly.

"No,"

"We aren't that desperate to be around you," Jason added smugly, causing the older to frown. Okay then, now it was suspicious. Possibly Wally? Nah, Wally had never been to Wayne Manor, and he wouldn't have the courage to come alone in the middle of the night. He certainly wouldn't come just to root through his room, he would be too afraid of being caught by Batman.

Maybe it was Alfred or Bruce. The security of the manor was too high to be just an outsider right? He would have to ask later, because if it wasn't them, there may be a problem. Sliding down the banister, ignoring the argument that was beginning between Jason and Tim, he went to get Ace's leash.

The dog yanked on the chain, dragging Dick along with him. He was tired, and really not up to the antics that the dog was trying to pursue. He was already in the very back part of the manor, and Ace wanted to keep running, dragging the teen even further from the house.

"Will you slow down? It's seven in the morning, I'm still half asleep!" Dick scolded, feeling stupid for telling a dog off.

Ace put his nose to the ground, sniffing something that had caught his attention, before beginning to bark at the tree line that they were walking along. He snarled, gnashing his teeth and tugged against his restraint that Dick suddenly had to use two hands to hold on with.

"Whoa, Ace, what's up?" He asked, scanning for anything that could be strange that might have gotten the hound's attention.

Then, the world exploded around him, literally.

Coughing, Dick found smoke rising about his figure, blinding him from seeing anything above three feet in front of him. Ace had disappeared, leaving him to circle around in the fog for an opening. Reaching under his shirt, he assured his utility belt was still in place before grabbing a birdarang.

He turned, looking for his attacker, when his head snapped around at the sound of something flying through the air at him. As Batman had trained him, he relied on his instincts and dropped to the ground. The object slammed into his chest, and he realized what was shot at him was meant for his leg.

Looking down, he pulled out a small purple and green dart from his collar bone, and hissed when it stung to do so.

What was this?

The smoke was beginning to clear, and Dick still hadn't seen his attacker. He glanced about his surroundings again, and heard a snap behind his back. Turning just in time, he saw a figure twice his size baring down at him with a long metal pole…a crowbar. Dodging the first blow, he brought his leg up to kick him in the chest.

And a wave of exhaustion hit him full on. His kick ended before it even started, and he dropped to the ground. The world around him spinning, he attempted to blink and come back into focus. He couldn't be done that easily…could he? Batman had taught him how to resist most sedatives that villains gave him.

Something collided with the back of his head, most likely the crowbar, and Dick saw his vision go fuzzy as the grass swirled around in his mind. He wasn't even aware of his mind shutting down as he watched the world grow slightly dimmer.

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