hello my lovely readers! remember that time i promised you years of silence from dick's point of view?

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i hope you all enjoy! it starts six years after the murder of the graysons and five months after zatara's sacrifice.

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disclaimer: i don't own young justice

April 2011 - Letter One

Dick Grayson stormed up the stairs after barging through the front door, shoving past his butler who was just as confused as he was angry. He slammed the door to his room and groaned in frustration. Fighting at school, verbally of course, was a habit. People picked on him for being scrawny, for being adopted, for being a nerd. Usually it didn't bother him but something about today really hit home. He'd just recently mourned over the anniversary of the murder of his parents. April was tough month on the black haired boy. He sat down at his desk and dug around in one of the drawers for a notebook.

He pulled out a black spiral with some sort of circus-looking logo and he opened it to a blank page. There'd been tons of things written in it already but now Dick needed to vent more than anything. He needed to vent to his parents.

Dear Mom & Dad,

This whole writing thing seems kind of pointless but I've read online that it's useful to get out anger and frustration. Dinah Lance (a good friend of Bruce's) also recommended it. Since punching the life out of some criminals isn't an option right now I figured this was good substitute.

I don't want to admit this out loud to anyone but I think I'm a little depressed. It only really happens this time of year...isn't that called seasonal depression? I think it is but I think it's only supposed to happen during the winter months, something to do with lack of sunlight...I'll look into that.

It's been six years since you guys took your tragic fall and I still can't seem to cope. It's so pathetic. I should be stronger than this, I know I should be but right now...it's rough. I don't know what I'm even doing anymore to be quite honest with you.

These kids at school just don't understand. They think it's amusing that I lost my entire family. It's because none of them have ever gone through much. You see Bruce sends me to Gotham Academy because it's the best place for my mind. It's pretty easy for me, but there's also that hidden challenge that keeps me on my toes. Usually I'm just whelmed because nobody else is. That's why he made me join the mathletes which isn't a bad thing. I enjoy the challenge most of the time.

Growing up hasn't been easy. Yeah I have Bruce but he lacks emotion most of the time. I don't get too emotionally involved with him. But when I have an issue I talk to Alfred, our butler (can you believe I have a butler?). He's more like a grandpa to me, or even better, a friend. I get guidance from him and Bruce but in two very different ways.

Bruce is more the mentor. He's trained me, helped me perfect my acrobat skills. I have speed, accuracy, stamina, I can pay attention to little details...I'm the perfect sidekick; Robin, the Boy Wonder, Bird Boy...It's so strange that I went from one unusual life to another, you know?

I guess I've met some extraordinary people through being Robin. Forming our own team, us sidekicks, to fight alongside the Justice League. We're more than just shadows of our mentors. The Team is so diverse...there's Kid Flash (former sidekick to the Flash), Aqualad (former sidekick to Aquaman), Superboy (a clone of Superman), Artemis (former sidekick to Green Arrow), Miss Martian (Martian Manhunter's niece), Zatanna Zatara (former protégé to amd daughter of Zatara)...the list goes on as more people come to join..

Kid Flash, Wally West, is my best friend. Bruce introduced us when we were younger (I think right after he took me in) so that I had a friend to grow up with. I've always been grateful to be honest. He's very hyperactive and the speed force surging inside of him probably doesn't help. He's got a big heart and you guys would love him. He'd eat all of mom's leftovers so you know that's a good way into our family, hah.

Everyone else is just so unique and different from each other. Especially Zatanna...

I don't even have words for this girl. She's a few months older than me. Her dad is Zatara, the magician who Jack always tried to get to join the circus. Who knew I'd end up having the biggest, dorkiest crush on his daughter. I've literally walked into walls while talking to her. God I sound so dumb. It's just...we have so much in common...From what she's told me so far her mom left her and her dad when she was younger for reasons she has yet to disclose. I don't want to pressure her into telling me because prying into her past is rude and I'd rather not blow it with her. Plus she just recently lost her dad...he sacrificed himself so she could have a life.

About five months ago we fought this witch boy named Klarion who separated the kid world from the adult world. Zatanna had to put on this thing called the Helmet of Fate to be able to use her magic with her dad. Once the worlds were merged again Doctor Fate/Nabu, the man inside the helmet , didn't want to give her body up. Zatara stepped in and gave himself instead, and made Bruce promise to take care of his daughter. Since then I've been trying my hardest to be there for her because I know what having no family is like. I think she's grateful but there's still a lot she keeps inside. I'm going to get her to open up to me, because I have this need to take care of her. It's weird, I know...but sometimes things that are natural just feel weird.

It gets rough to be without you guys. I don't like admitting it to people but goddamn I'd do anything for a hug from mom and to laugh with dad. I dream about you guys sometimes...that isn't weird, right?

With love,

Your Dickie