Hi, new here in fanfiction. This is my first story well more like a one-shot. I'm not so good YET. So... please don't send me negative thoughts and I'm open for request. And I do have a few stories in progress. It'll be publish in the near future.
A reader: Hurry up Alysya, get on with the story. *throws a rotten tomato*
Me: *dodges it* Uh... sorry. On with it then.
This is a world where Richard Grayson lost his parents at a much younger age, a world in which Bruce Wayne did not discover him for one too many long, dark-filled years, where the people he knew were not so kind as he thought so, in which the circus was not Haley's. A world in which a boy thrives an emotional and social connection, shut himself out.
A boy who learn that to escape the pain, you must hide from it...
...A boy who forgets how to smile.
He is a boy who Bruce tries to save, to heal. But it's far too late for it's a very broken boy who comes to him, and a moral debate.
"You could've killed him"
"It makes much more since."
"It's wrong!"
"Why?"
That conversation splits them apart for a boy who sees the world in black and white more stark than his mentor.
He leaves and became Red Robin, a darker man than the one we know with a more scarlet version of his previous tittle.
The boy who follows after is a more happier child. A Jason Todd who's father is always around and who I faced his parents death and the streets of Gotham knowing that he was loved.
He comes to the care of Bruce Wayne who is sad and tired, but one who cares, though he is not the same one who took Dick in many years ago. He is a man who is weathered and worn. Who found this smiling warm child to be a relief, for he is not broken like the first one.
"Pretty good huh boss?" He asked while flashing a warm smile.
He is the boy who replaces Dick and took his name.
And Dick knew...
He hates this boy silently with a quiet angry passion that simmers deep inside his heart. Hate this child for taking what was his. His name, his suit, his place. He hates him...
...or thinks so for a time.
Until a holiday night, when the boy he hates comes bearing the suit that he cherishes is so attached to and proves he is not the horrible that Dick has created in his mind, and from that day on, this Richard Grayson discovered at least one emotional connection...
Until the Joker comes with a crowbar and a bomb and nearly kills Jason. But only nearly, for the bomb did not go off as it was meant to.
But this Richard Grayson is incredibly protective.
And with an unholy rage in his heart, he deals unto the Joker what had been unto Jason.
Then, it was with the Jokers blood on his hands and a smile on his face that he returns to Jason who is now safe...
"He's dead." He said while smiling wickedly.
"PLEASE DON'T HURT ME!"
But horrified and frightened.
"Please...don't..."
And years of progress turn in on themselves.
The years ahead were rough and with death and pain. Silence and escapes.
But Jason is Jason. Even though he changed his alias into Blue Jay, he never gives up.
Even when this Dick shuts himself out, and tries to not be found.
The name Robin was never used again.
Instead a Talon takes their place in a form of a more colder and crueler Tim. And only seeks out Batman to prove that he can, and eventually, they were joined by a child Bruce never knew he had, mothered by a different woman than the one we think.
"Meet you father, kitten." Selina told her son who was hidding behind her.
But that is another story, one still ongoing, and one, perhaps, for another time...