All little children grow up. All except one. Or five, really. The lost boys (and one lost girl) were the buoyant little Robins of Never-Neverland, where mermaids dwelt in the cool waters; Indians roamed the wild land; fairies danced every night like fireflies in the forest; pirates sailed and terrorized all. All except the five lost Robins, anyway. They found thrill in fighting the pirates and hunting with the Indians and floating in the water under the moon with the mermaids. Even the fairies liked them. Neverland was their home. They had found it and made it theirs, each and every one falling in love with it every day, over and over again.
The first one to find Neverland was also the oldest and the leader. His name was Dick Grayson. He was a boy of 9 when he discovered the land. He had dark hair that messy and pointed all different directions, eyes so blue the ocean frothed with jealously and a face far too lovely for his own mischevious good. He can't remember much of his life before, only that he came from the circus. Even then he hardly remembered what the circus was like. He did know that he could twirl and leap through the trees and masts of the pirate ship as easy and effortlessly as he could with the trapeezes before, but his previous life was a mystery. Not that he cared to remember. Neverland was his home now. Neverland raised him. Neverland was his mother and father and friend. Neverland was home. He would stay here forever. Or so he thought... but he grew and grew and kept growing over seven long years. When he looked in his reflection on the water one day, he realized that it had changed and that childhood was slowly leaving him. Despaired, he cried and stomped and lashed at the reflection angrily and made a vow; he did not want to grow up. He wouldn't. He would keep his childhood and live in Neverland forever and ever. Neverland heard his wish and granted it, and during his seventeenth year, he simply stopped growing, and never aged another day.
Jason was the next. He had stumbled upon the land when he was a scrawny, lanky 11 year old. He had green eyes that could rival the emerald jewels of the pirates and he had dark auburn hair -with a peculiar (though not unflattering) white stripe in the front. He really can't remember old his life either. If ever he bothers to think about it, all he can remember is running. Running fast, running far, and running hard. He wondered why, once, but when he really thought about it, he decided he didn't care. He loved running. He loved jumping and climbing and crowing and fighting. He loved Neverland. And for all he cared, this was his only life. This was all there ever was. There was never any doubt in his mind that he would stay just like Dick, forever and ever. So he let himself age for four short years (not daring to let himself grow as old as Dick had before he made his vow) and was now a powerful young man of fifteen years old. Forever. And he liked it that way.
Tim came next, a very small (literally, tiny) boy of 9, just like Dick had been. He even had the same black hair as Dick. His eyes were also blue, but like the sky when the sun was shining bright. They even turned gray on an overcast day to match the clouds. Tim had no memories at all of any life before from the moment he entered Neverland, save his name and birthday. But living with Dick and Jay after they took him in made him happy, and he too found a home with the lost boys...the Robins.Timmy aged for four summers, same as Jason, before he too decided to stop aging to stay a still relatively small, but spritely 13 year old. (Jason tells him there's no way he's older than twelve, but Tim knows. Tim counted.)
The next was unlike any of the rest of them before. This time, it was a girl. She was exactly 12 years old, blonde hair and sapphire eyes. She was hot headed and ready to tackle and fight any and all of the boys when they found her in their favorite tree. Her name was Stephanie. They boys wouldn't let her join them at first. She couldn't be a lost boy, they had said. It wasn't until she freed them from both the Indian's camp and saved their sorry butts from the plank and completely dominated a sword fighting match with the Captain that she earned her spot and extreme high respect with the Robins. She aged for two years during that time, and the moment she joined them, the moment they told her it was possible, she stopped aging too, and stayed a bright and thrilling 14 year old.
The last and youngest of them was Damian, dark haired, dark eyed and dark skinned. Tim didn't like him much. To be honest, Damian didn't like Tim either. He had made that clear on the first day when he threw a rock at Tim. But Dick took pity on him, since he was only five at the time, and took him under his wing. Since he was so young, the time he spent in Neverland made him forget his past completely. Like Jason, this was all their was for Damian. Only...Jason had willingly left his memories behind. Damian couldn't remember another life if he tried. And the Robins had told Damian about never growing up, but since he was so young...Damian didn't exactly want to be the littlest forever. And he didn't want to need help every time they climbed a tree or battled a pirate. So five summers later, at 10 years old, Damian still grew yet.
Together they thrived in Neverland, where the adventures, and the fun...and the danger never ended.
This is a collection of many of their tales and adventures in Neverland. Of learning to fly, swimming with mermaids, playing with the Indians, battling pirates, falling in love...of death...of life. Of the beloved lost children...of the Robins of Neverland.