This follows 6 months after my one-shot called Wounds, old and new but you don't have to read try first (if you want to, that would be totally asterous).

Robin the... scroog?

Part 1: A Not so Merry Christmas

December 20th

Dick slumped on his back in the Wayne Manor living room. He sighed as he watched the T.V screen, for once the Gotham News Feed was reporting good things. Things like toy drives and charity work.

"At least someone's having a happy holidays," he said, grabbing the remote and turning the screen off.

Dick got up and walked through the Manor, finally coming to the kitchen at the front of the house. There were caterers rushing around because of the annual banquet Bruce's mother's family had held since she was small. It was a tradition that Dick played along with. Dick leaned against the island counter and took an apple from the fruit bowl. He sighed and threw the barely eaten apple in the bin. Dick always lost his appetite during the holidays, he just didn't feel like eating.

"Alfred," Dick said, getting the butler's attention "I'm going out,"

"Okay, Master Richard," said Alfred "Be back before supper,"

Dick walked down a high street. The snow on the sidewalk glowing as it reflected the warm light from the stores. He had a navy hoodie on, with the hood up so it hung from the back of his head, and his average shades (he didn't feel like being recognized as the Boy Billionaire). Dick sighed, his gloved hands in his hoodie's pocket, as he came to a stop. He turned his head at the window display. A doll family in around the fire. The store owner was in the window and saw Dick looking. The store owner pointed at the family and Dick shook his head, a slight apologetic smile on his face and he started walking again, the smile pooling into a straight line to convey no definable emotions.

Dick walked into a corner shop. The cashier looked up at him.

"Sorry, kid. We're closing up for the holidays," the cashier said.

"Oh, a'right," Dick sighed "It's just... I'm heading to the Gotham Cemetery to visit my family I just... nah, never mind," Dick rubbed the back of his neck "Sorry for wasting your time..." and he turned to leave.

"N-no. Y-you're f-family, kid?" the cashier said, stepping out from behind the counter "Wh-who are you?"

Dick turned back to him and slid his shades down his nose, just enough so the guy could tell who he was. And, just in case this guy was one of those people who didn't read about the local celebrities, he decided to explain.

"My name's Dick Grayson, adoptive son of Bruce Wayne and Selina Kyle," Selina had recently gained joint guardianship "My biological family died when I was 9,"

The cashier looked at him for a second then smiled.

"Well, it's the season of giving," he said, not knowing it pulled at Dick's heart "What do you need?" and he leaned over to be the same hight as the 15-year-old.

"Candles,"

"Candles?"

"Yep. 4 of them,"

Dick dug the bottom of the candles into the snow in front of his relatives graves. He took out his lighter (that had a bird design he had done himself on the side) and he lit each candle as he sadly sang his family's favourite carol...

"Steaua sus rasare
Ca o taina mare
Steaua straluceste
Si lumii vesteste - bis

Ca astazi curata
Preanevinovata
Fecioara Maria
Naste pe Mesia -bis

In tara vestita
Betleem numita
Magii cum zarira
Steaua si pornira - bis

Mergand dupa raza
pe Cristos sa-L vaza
Si daca-L gasira
La Dansul intrara
Si se inchinara.

Cu daruri gatite
Lui Cristos menite
Luand fiecare
Bucurie mare - bis

Care bucurie
Si la noi sa fie
De la tinerete
Pan' la batranete -bis,"

Dick felt the tears run down his cheeks as he looked at his family's graves that engravings were picked out in the candles' glow. Dick heard the snow crunch behind him as people walked by and stop behind him before continuing. Dick could feel people staring at him with sympathetic looks.

"Uh... Hey, kid," said a voice.

Dick turned around on the toes of his sneakers and looked at the people behind him.

"We, uh, saw you... here and... do you even speak English? That song you were singing wasn't," said the man.

"Yeah, I speak English," said Dick, using his real voice with its Romanian accent "What do you want?"

"Hey, we saw how sad you were and this is the season so..." the woman said before Dick interrupted her.

"I am so sick of people saying that," he hissed and he spun back around to look at his family's graves "I just want to be left alone! Can't I grieve for my family in peace?"

The family looked at him as he stared into the candle light and they left. Dick stared into the flames with such focus they began to blur. He had his knees to his chest with his legs crossed and his crossed arms on his knees, his head hidden as he looked down.

Dick heard 2 people running up to him.

"Dick! Dickie-bird!" they called.

"I told you he would be here, Roy! You know what the holidays are like for him," that was Wally's voice.

"I never said he wouldn't be here!" and that was Roy's.

Dick felt one of them nudge his shoulder and he looked up, moving his stiff neck.

"Dude... you're as pale as the Grim Reaper," said Wally, frowning at the Boy Wonder.

"Meh..." the little bird responded.

"C'mon, little brother, let's get you home," said Roy, putting one of Dick's arms around his neck to support him "You've been gone hours, man. Seriously, Bruce and Selina are freaking over you,"

Dick just groaned.

"Man, Dickie-bird, you need a hot bath and a cup of Alfred's League famous hot chocolate!" said Wally, walking beside Dick and Roy.

"Meh..." the Boy Wonder responded.

"Dick, you've been 15 for 19 days. Live a bit longer, whydon'tcha?" the redheaded speedster said.

Dick groaned.

"Quiet down, Wally. He's exhausted," Roy said, reaching over and slapping the back of Wally's head.

Dick began losing a few seconds, blinking and being closer to Roy's car than he should have been.

Dick was sat in bed, in his PJ's, with his legs crossed and a mug of Alfred's hot chocolate (that really was famous among the Justice League) and Rise of the Guardians playing on his laptop after a hot bath. Selina and Bruce were sitting next to him with their own cup of hot chocolate. Bruce looked at his son and brushed some of his raven-hair out of the way only for it to move back.

"You had me and Selina worried," he said, not in a stern way but in concern.

"Sorry. I was gonna call on my way home but I lost track of time," Dick said.

"Wally and Roy said you were beginning to be buried in snow when they found you," said Selina "We were worried,"

"I didn't mean to cause you guys to worry... I just wanted to see them again," Dick said, looking into his hot chocolate with a melancholy expression.

Selina squeezed his shoulder, gave it a rub because Dick's joints were stiff from staying still in the cold and kissed his cheek.

"We know and we understand but..." she smiled at him sadly "we're your parents too and it's our job to worry,"

"I know," Dick smiled "And I love you guys for it,"

Bruce and Selina smiled and hugged him, causing him to spill his hot chocolate slightly. Dick cackled, some life coming back to his sapphire-eyes that normally went dead during the holidays.

Dick fell asleep during the film and Bruce closed the boy's laptop as he and Selina crept out without waking the Boy Wonder...

As much as I love Chalant, I'm trying to write less Chalant centered fics. It may be mentioned or hinted at but not centered around.

Anyways, look out for the next chapter! And I hope you liked the Dick/Roy/Wally brotherly love! And there will be some Chalant coming up.