A/N: This is just a short one chapter story I won't add any more because I'm currently working on another story. Anyway enjoy.

This was supposed to be a happy day…right? Usually it was, with a big party and lots of laughing, and friends and family all around you. But not him, not Dick Grayson. He had just turned sixteen, supposable a happy occasion. His friends didn't know his birthday because he never told them; he also never told them who he really was. On a sixteenth birthday you expected to learn to drive, not him he started the second he became Robin. On a sixteenth birthday he thought he`d at least have a hug and a "happy birth-day boy wonder!" but no, his friends knew nothing of his birthday, they just gave him and ordinary smile and headed out. He wasn't complaining at all, technically he didn't really care, but this only added to his horribly declining day.

He, Wally, and Super-boy were in a car chase tracking the Two-face in his stupid armored truck that hit anything in sight. The others were taking care of some homicidal manic with a buzzed TV controller calling himself control freak. Cars crashed and swerved off the rode as Two-face's truck slammed into the sides with ease. Robin swerved from left to right avoiding a collision with his motor-bike and other cars. He kept his eyes on the target not even looking to see if Wally or Super-boy ad made it through. He felt guilty about that but if he didn't stop two-face then people could get hurt.

Suddenly the pile of cars behind him exploded and it was enough to thrown him of his bike. He felt the hard concrete on his chest before his helmet slammed against the ground and broke the glass. He rolled onto his side and hissed in pain as he tried to get his breathing back. Robin glared up to see caused the explosion and it made his hand curl into fist to see the Bat-mobile race threw the fire. Dick as quickly as possible got to his feet and watch as the Bat-mobile hooked the car from the back and raced to the tuck`s side, suddenly coming to a stop the truck lighter that Batman`s car was hurled on its back and was finally stopped.

Wally and Super0-boy hurried to his side, Wally was the first to speak. "We saw the Bat`s car and-Robin your hurt." Dick barely noticed the small bleeding cuts to his side and chest. "I`m fine Wally." He muttered. Batman stent them on this mission and he intervened why, did he think they weren't good enough to handle Two-face?

"No you're not fine, you need to bandage that-," Wally began.

Robin rounded on him, "I`M FINE WALLY!" He ground, he never meant the yell at his friend but Wally had been the first to be there and it just came out.

Robin slowly made his way back to his bike and set it up right growling at the mess it was in after skidding on the concrete. He got on it and pulled the bike helmet off, it was useless now. He glared at his two teammates, who had never seen him this angry. "Go back to base I have things to do!"

He didn't see or hear if they replied but he started his bike and rode off. The wind whipped his face as he rode down the high-way and threw the cities and down dark dirt path ways. As he thought about that job they did he only became angrier at Bruce.

Finally after light barely touched the horizon he made it to Wayne manor. He jumped off his bike the cold wind having numbed the pain of his winded chest and aching sides. He raced to the front door and threw the door's open. He quickly started to search the house and headed into the kitchen to find Alfred.

"Good morning master Dick." Alfred said working on some type of food that Dick didn't care to look at.

"Where`s Bruce?" Dick said making sure he didn't leash out all his anger out on Alfred.

"Where else sir?" Alfred said.

Dick nodded and headed to the library room pulling open the clock and stepping inside. He began to tap his foot in annoyance as the elevator decided to take all the time in the world. Finally it opened and Dick raced down to the computer where Bruce stood looking over some paper work.

"What the hell Bruce!" Dick yelled coming up to him.

Bruce looked at him calmly, and there was a hard stone look on his face, one that Dick remembered well. "Don't you dare lie to me!" Dick snapped.

Bruce sighed and went to the computer, "I wanted to distract you for as long as I could and that no longer became necessary."

"Distract me! Why, Bruce, Why?" Dick spat walking up next to him again.

"Tony Zucco was being released from prison early." Bruce said, "And-,"

"And you thought I`d go after him?" Dick bowed his head and tried to consume the feeling of punching Bruce in his face. Dick looked up at Bruce, "How dare you."

"What?" Bruce asked.

"How dare you assume something like that after all we`ve been through, after everything, you still thing I would Kill Zucco."

"Dick I-,"

"NO, Bruce no, as a kid I never did anything to make you think I was even capable of murder, and again I say how dare you." Dick said.

"Dick everything we did made us capable of murder but we never chose to act on it, Dick I knew you would be angry about Zucco and anger makes people do crazy things."

"You couldn't have trusted me?" Dick asked, titling his head a little, new feelings of hurt and betrayal settled in his stomach and he wanted it to go away. Dick realized something; he was still wearing his make. Slowly he took it off and placed it on the table, "Good by Bruce, I hope on day you can learn to trust someone but yourself."

Dick took off his cape and placed it on the make and started up the stair and looked back, "It`s been a great birthday." He said and left the cave, leaving his, friend, his allied partner, and his father to stand in the cave alone.

Dick walked by Alfred not even noticing the Happy birthday Dick on the cake the butler held. He just walked out the door and didn't look back.