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Dick:

Dick was not sure how it happened or why it happened, but he knew for sure that it was happening, it was just to real to be another dream. He was thirteen years in the past and if that wasn't shocking enough, this was, his parents, John and Mary Grayson, were alive and were beside him. Just the thought of seeing his parents alive and not lifeless and mangled bodies was enough to make him feel dizzy. "Say cheese!" a man said and Dick gave an smile out of habit and a flash of light nearly blinded him.

"Thank you for the photo, Mr. Grayson, I'm sure Timbo will appreciate it," Jack Drake thanked his father-god Dick felt like he might die of an heart attack if he saw any more undead people. Dick then blinked as he finally fully processed that Jack had mentioned Tim, his baby brother Tim, who was now three soon to be four. The ravenette looked down and spotted Tim who had an scowl on his face-he seemed to be thinking. Dick blinked, he was pretty sure Tim didn't get that look until after he joined Bruce's crusade. This made him wonder if maybe, he was not the only one who had traveled to the past.

Tim looked up a moment later and noticed Dick staring at him. There was an silent plea in his eyes that begged for Dick to save him from something, maybe his parents, he wasn't sure. Dick was about to respond when a hand clasped him on the shoulder and he turned expecting to find Bruce, but instead the large, warm hand belonged to his actual father. "It's our pleasure, well we better get going, the show is about to begin. I hope you all enjoy it," John responded politely with an grin and Jack and Janet ushered poor little Tim away.

"Come on, Dick, we have to get ready for your first show," John said proudly guiding Dick away from the crowd.

"My little Robin is growing up," Mary sang with joy and Dick gave an weary smile. It seemed that his adopted talent of wearing masks had followed him back in time, that or his parents didn't notice his distress due to their excitement or they did notice and chalked it up to be anxiety about his first show. Soon all the guest took their seats and the show began. Dick watched the performances that were before the Flying Graysons with an sick feeling.

"Are you feeling okay, Dick, you've been awfully quiet and still since the picture with the Drakes?" Mary asked suddenly and Dick turned towards his mother. He took in all her features, her scent, and put them all to memory. Half of him wanted to save his family and another part of him told him he couldn't due to reserving the time line.

"I-I don't feel so well," Dick admitted-god, his voice sounded so tiny. Mary's brow furrowed and she went into her mother hen mode and pressed her hand against his forehead.

"Well, there's no fever, but if you don't feel well I think it's best you sit this one out, their will be other shows," Mary advised while Dick darkly thought how there would never be another show for them after today.

John joined the conversation just then and said,"It's alright, Mary, he's probably just made himself sick with anxiety."

"But what if those men sabotaged the wire...Maybe we should use the safety net just this once, or check for fowl play," Dick blurted out, he couldn't help it, he wanted his parents back, the time line be damned.

John was about to reply when Mister Haley announced the Flying Graysons. Mary looked so unsure at the moment, but John took her hand and they walked out into the arena sealing the unfortunate fate. Dick walked after them, but he couldn't find it in him to enter the arena. He did however manage to look up and see his mother staring at him worried. She had to look away an moment later and watched as John jumped off the podium and grabbed the bar attached to the trapezes rope. She spared him one last look and mouthed "I love you" and dove off the podium and grabbed his father's hands.

Dick's eyes filled with tears and he saw the wire snap and heard the gasps and screams-again-but this time he looked away, not wanting to see them die again. He chocked back an sob and he fell to his knees, unable to stand any longer. Dick was shaking terribly and finally let himself cry and sob where he fell. It wasn't even a moment later when he felt someone hug him. He stifled another sob and looked down seeing an mess of black hair, belonging to the one and only Tim Drake.

"I'm sorry, Dick," Tim mumbled, but sounded more childish and slaughtered with toddler speech so it sounded more like "I um sorwy, Dick". Dick would have cooed over this and would tease Tim to no end about his speech if he wasn't reliving the worst even in his life. Instead Dick opted for hugging his little brother and crying into the little boy's messy hair.

The police station was just as Dick remembered it the first time he visited it. He had been rushed there by Commissioner Gordon after Bruce had-unsurprisingly- found Dick and Tim before the police showed up. Jack and Janet had whisked Tim away from him and the child looked so upset which deepened Dick's suspicions about not being the only one sent back in time. "I'm sorry to ask, son, but do you have any clue who might of done this?" Jim asked suddenly getting Dick's attention.

"Anthony Zucco," Dick replied keeping himself from rattling off every detail he knew about the man, since he didn't want to look suspicious.

Jim looked surprised that Dick even had an name ready to answer his question seeing how most kids would be to traumatized to speak. "He visited and one of his men with him called him Tony, then another called him Zucco, I just assumed Tony was sure for Anthony since he was Italian," Dick replied quietly and Jim nodded and gave him a squeeze on the shoulder.

"Just sit tight, child services will be here soon and they will figure everything out," Jim said and he left his office where Dick was. Dick's eyes widened at the mention of child services and he thought back to his racist social agent from hell. There was no way in hell he was going back to Juvie for eleven months.

"Sorry, Bruce, but I'm not going to sit around in an cell for eleven months then be held up in an Catholic Orphanage for another month, waiting for you to get your shit together and save me," Dick muttered to himself and stood up and walked over to the bag the police had allowed him to pack before heading the station. Dick looked at the unitard he wore and cringed and pulled out some jeans and a shirt and slipped them on. He then picked up the backpack and slung it over his shoulder before heading for the window, which he easily climbed out of and took off into Gotham City. He wasn't going to just sit around and do nothing, he was going to go check on another brother of his and see he was right about not being the only one in the past.

To be continued:

Chapter one is done, I hope you enjoyed it. Please tell me what you thought about the chapter. Anyway good night and kudos to you all.