This story was inspired by the fan fic Project Zero. I've never heard of the game mentioned but after reading it I felt I needed to write this. Warning: very creepy read at own risk.

Playing Games

Chapter One

Ghosts

Robin felt chills as he walked through the broken doors of Wayne manor. He could smell blood lots of it. To his left he saw a crumpled up body. Robin walked over to it praying it wasn't Bruce. Moving the body he found it to be headless and missing all its limbs. Robin covered his mouth and back away breathing hard.

"That isn't Bruce." Robin said to himself. "It can't be."

Robin saw movement at the corner of his eye. He looked were it had been and found a dilapidated hallway. The hallway once held beautiful stained glass windows to one side and priceless oil paintings on the other. Now both lay shattered and torn on the floor along with pools of dried blood. Robin gulped he kept walking. He had heard reports of the disaster that happened at Wayne manor but he couldn't believe it had been this bad.

Robin felt sick as he passed yet another body. Why hadn't anyone been here to clean this up? And why hadn't he brought the other titans? Robin shook his head. After hearing about Wayne Manor being torn to bits in a cataclysmic even and Bruce Wayne gone missing, well he rushed out of Titan's tower like a Bat out of hell. He didn't even tell them where he was going.

Once again Robin saw something just at the edge of his vision. He turned and saw a figure walk past the end of the hallway. Robin ran to find out what it was. When he reached the end of the hallway he looked to where the figure had come from but all that was there was a wall, but to where it had gone was a door.

"A Ghost?" Robin whispered to himself. "No I'm just playing games again."

That's how his parents described it when he said he saw something that wasn't there. He'd see a man riding a horse with no head and tell his mother. She'd laugh at him and say to stop playing such games. As he grew older he started to ignore the figures pretending they didn't exist either. Once he had told Bruce about the games. Bruce had looked worried, he had asked him a lot of questions but in the end though he didn't think the figures were real just like his parents.

Robin bit his lip, Bruce, Bruce was dead, and tears welled up in the Titan's eyes. He was alone, his home lay in shambles and his father was dead. Robin tried to stop the tears from flowing but he couldn't before he knew it he was balling in the middle of what have once been his home. Robin looked to the door were the figure must have gone through. Robin grasped the handle and pulled back with a hiss. The knob was red hot. He wrapped his cape around his hand and tried again. This time he was able to open the door.

It swung open to reveal the old music room though half the floor had collapsed into the basement. Robin took a hesitant step forward. After making sure the floor would hold him he put his full weight on his foot and moved forward. It took him quite a bit of time to reach the other side of the room. He gingerly took hold of the new knob. This one was ice cold. Robin was able to open it anyway. It opened to the servants stairs. To his left was a broken stairway down to his right should have been a stairway up. When he turned however he found himself staring into the face of a ghost.

Its face was grossly disfigured it barely looked human. Its eyes glowed red and greasy hair clung to its face. It lacked arms and the legs were sliced off just above the knees. Ghostly blood oozed out of the stubbly legs. Robin stumbled backwards away from the ghost. He hit a weak stair and plunged in to the basement. For a moment he was in complete darkness them his eyes adjusted. The walls were weeping bloody water Robin quickly got to his feet. His heart was pumping fast. All around his were ghost all disfigured in some awful way.

The water reached his ankles but Robin didn't notice. All he could do was keep from screaming. He was just playing games right? It was all in his mind. This is a bad dream. Bruce isn't dead. He can't be I'm not here I'm in jump city. Robin was going mad. Suddenly one of the ghosts stepped forward. By far it was the one with the most hideous figure of all. It opened its great hole of a mouth and spoke.

"Dick leave now!" It bellowed. Robin felt his own heart stop. It spoke with Bruce's voice. "Go now!" it yelled again.

Robin did as it commanded and ran. He ran though the now knee deep water, ran up the only stairs that had most of its steps, ran passed all the rotting dead bodies. He didn't even pause when had tripped and lost his mask and cape. He ran out of the house. His body cut to pieces by shards of glass and twisted rods of sharp mettle. He ran past the pool that now had a huge crack in it of which all the water had run out. He ran till his legs couldn't carry him any longer. He collapsed in the woods too drained to go any further. With tears streaming down his face he hugged a nearby rock and cried.

God it hurt to cry. His cheek bones ached and no matter how many tears he shed the pressure didn't leave. Robin bit his lip till it bled. Robin watched as blood dripped onto the rock. Robin screamed and tried to wipe away the blood. It only made the rock redder. Robin closed his eyes as he laid his head on the rock and kept crying.

Superman had heard about what happened to Wayne manor and quickly headed to Titan's tower. He had seen the picture it was very unlikely that there would be any survivors. He knew Dick would need someone now more than ever. And who better than him? After all it was in Bruce's will that in the event of his death and that of Alfred's it was Clark Kent that was to become the boy's new guardian. As he landed on the roof of titan's tower he prayed that by some miracle Robin had not heard about the manor.

When he walked into the Ops room Beast Boy nearly fainted at seeing Superman there. Raven looked over and then back to her book. Starfire took one look and ran off to fetch her autograph book. It was Cyborg who finally spoke.

"Um not to sound rude but what do you need Superman?"

"Is Robin here?" Superman asked scanning the tower with his x-ray vision.

"No he's not."Cyborg frowned. "Is there something wrong?"

Superman looked Cyborg in the eye. "Maybe, do you know where he is?"

Cyborg shrugged. "Gotham I expect he saw the blurb on the news about Wayne Manor and took off." Superman became pail. "Is something wrong?" Cyborg asked again.

"Yes something is very wrong. I have to go." Superman made his way to the roof.

"Where are you going?" Cyborg called after him.

"Gotham, and if you were good friends you'd be high tailing it there too!" Superman yelled as he took off.

He really shouldn't be angry at the Titans after all it was Robin who didn't tell them who he was but. Superman gave himself an extra burst of speed. They should have seen that something was wrong. The titans managed to get to Wayne manor just as Superman sets down. There's something to be said about raven's teleporting abilities.

Superman gasped at the sight of the manor. It was in shambles. For someone who had been here at the height of its glory the structure wasn't even a ghost of its former self. Cyborg let out a whistle.

"What happened to this place?" he asked Superman.

"Hell if I know. Half the place looks like an earth quake hit it, the other looks like it burned down."

Beast boy looked at a chard hedge. "Was anybody hurt when this happened?"

Superman looked grimly at the ground. "They estimate four hundred died. There was a party going on when it" he gestured to the house."Collapsed."

The Titan's along with Superman searched thought the wreckage trying to find any sign of Robin. The sun had set by the time Superman had managed to get the Titans' shut up for a moment. He closed his eyes and listened. He could hear someone crying far off but not out of running distance. Before the titans could ask anything he was off the titan's hot on his trail.

Robin felt cold, hungry, alone, and scared. He was surrounded by ghosts. Some tried to reach out to him but he always pulled away. When one touched him he let out a scream and backed up against the rock. Superman had landed just as Robin's scream reached his ear. His face was pained to see Robin the way he was, mask missing, hair and face messy, and covered in either dirt or blood.

"Dick?" Clark asks softly.

Robin scrambled to his feet and backed away.

"Are you ok?"

Robin shakes his head, his eyes wide with terror. "No, no, no! No! NO More ghosts, games no more please leave me be. Daddy leave me be!"

By this time the titans have arrived and are watching unable to comprehend what they are seeing. To them their leader has gone made for no reason.

"Dick," Clark says softly. "It's me Clark, you know me."

Robin looks at him for a moment. "Clark?" he said the name likes it was foreign to him. The boy narrows his eyes as if trying to see through a thick fog. Suddenly Robin screams again he trips over a tree limb and stays sitting on the ground. Robin wraps his arms around himself and closes his eyes. Beast boy looks at Cyborg nervously.

"Are you a ghost?" Robin asks in a soft and scared voice.

"No." Superman replies calmly. 'Hadn't Bruce told me that he thought Robin could be a medium?' Clark thinks trying to make sense of the question.

"Where you there when Dad died?" at Robin's question the titans start putting the pieces together.

"No."

Robin nods. "I'm sorry to ask these questions you probably think I'm playing games but I can't see you for the ghosts."

Clark gently picked the boy up. He's so cold he's shivering. He gives the Titans a 'let me take care of it' look and flies off. He's not as good with children as Bruce was but he knows one or two good things to do when they're like this. He took Robin to his apartment and filled a bathtub with hot water to get Dick to clean himself up. He doesn't leave though and at this point Dick is so helpless Clark ends up bathing him. He worries about Robin had how he's just shut down.

Superman searches for clothes that won't fall off the boy completely only to find boxers that shrunk in the wash and a shirt Lois had left behind. Robin didn't gripe about the clothes. He just put them on. Clark gently ushered Robin into the little kitchen were Clark made up the only thing that he knew Dick would eat.

Robin stared at the biggest ice cream Sunday he had ever seen. Dick took a few bites it tasted so good and he was so hungry he shoveled the rest down. While Robin gave himself brain freeze Clark called the Gotham city police. He told the new Commissioner that Dick is in his care and not to worry. He also gives his address and phone number. When he finishes he sees that Dick has polished off his food and looks like he's going to fall asleep. Clark gently picks the boy up and lets him sleep in the guest bed room.

Robin's asleep before his head hits the pillow. Clark looks at Robin then walks out and calls a number.

"Hey, Wally can I talk to Diana? It's about Batman's son."

So what do you think? I meant it to be a one shot but it kind of grew. I know its dark but please don't flame and yes Bruce is dead so is Alfred. I know I'm mean but I think it's pretty good story. (No bias there right?) Please comment! Or I won't continue.

P.S. this was written at 2 am on a school night so yeah it's going to have a lot of editing done before you see it. Wow why am I writing this?