A/N: I know I should be updating my other story, but I have no inspiration at the moment. I'll get round to it though. Same OC as in Birds of a Feather, so if you haven't read what I've written for that, you might not understand who it is and it will probably get confusing.
Thanks to Ivee Waterlilly for letting me use the amazing story known as Erasing Everything and Rewriting it as a base for this story.

'Comm. link'
"Speaking"
"Radio/TV/other such things"

Robins' POV

Nightwing finally let me out on the streets. It's been a week since I got the crap beaten out of me by Two-Face. 'Wing said he only let me out 'cause I'd been driving them crazy, never staying in bed for long. But I know it's because he missed having me around during the long hours of the night.

'Anything on your end?'

I flipped off the ledge I'd been crouched on, my feet catching on the edge of the roof of Wayne Tech. Irony much?

'Nah. Looks like the city's finally asleep. Think we can go home soon?'

'I wish. Just got a signal from near Crime Alley. Race ya?'

'You're on.'

I knew he was nearby, because I could hear his laugh ringing out in the cold night air. As I threw myself off of the roof top, I let out my own cackle and listened to it echo around the deserted streets as I fell through the air.

I reached the place first. It was too soon, if you asked me. I love flying through the city like that. As I glanced down, wondering if I could pull it off in the empty building, I didn't notice my foot slipping on the lightly iced rafter as I leaned forward. Tumbling down through the air, I landed awkwardly on my right leg, causing pain to flash through my previously injured knee. My leg caved, and the last thing I heard as I fell forward and blinding light exploded around me was my older brothers' voice, screaming my name.

I could hear someone yelling, but the words sounded all jumbled together. I hate concussions. Must have smacked my head…

Sticking my head over the edge of the building I was lying on, my eyes locked onto the four people standing down in the alleyway. Crime Alley. Were they insane? Must be, if they went down there.

I couldn't make out their faces, but the words were clearing out a bit. The family was reasonably rich; I could get that pretty easily from what they were wearing. The other guy wasn't. His clothes were torn in a few places and looked well worn. What really caught my eye was the glint of metal in the mans' right hand. Eyes' narrowing, I flipped off of the building.

I have dumb luck. Seriously, no one gets as lucky as I just did. As I tried to jump awesomely off the building, my weak knee caved again and I practically fell. Pathetic. Luckily, I put my hands out and my fingers curled around the mans' shoulders. Jerking my arms, I spun him around violently. Flipping off, my feet hit the ground not far away from the guy, sliding backwards slightly. I heard the gun skid on a frosted part of the alleyway.

I glanced at the family I was in the process of saving. The man and woman I didn't know, but the kid, a young boy, looked kinda familiar…

My eyes flew back to the crook as he lunged at me. I easily back flipped out of the way, then pushed off the ground and flipped over the man, landing behind him and spun around to face him.

That was probably my biggest mistake.

My eyes widened at the cruel smirk of the crook, who was now standing right in front of me as pain exploded in my stomach. The gun was lying over the other side of the alley; I could see it out of the corner of my eye, so it wasn't a gunshot. I glanced down as the woman screamed, and could only stare at the wooden handle sticking out of my chest. The bloody bastard had a knife.

My gaze darkened with anger and my fist smashed into the mans' face, even as the familiar red and blue lights flashed down the alley. Another punch, followed by a kick to the knee. I could hear it snap under my heel. As he lunged towards me with his hand moving forward to punch me I flipped over him, the pain throbbing in my chest causing my breath to hiss between my teeth. Grabbing his shoulders, I used my momentum to, when I flipped over the crooks head with a faint thump, throw him over my head. His back smashed into the ground in front of me with a satisfying crack.

As I watched some cops grab the guy, I could feel the adrenaline dying away and the pain returned with a vengeance. My whole body started to tremble, and I couldn't stop my bad leg from caving out underneath me.

Faces loomed over me, and someone grabbed the knife in my chest, causing me to scream. It hurt so much. Please, just make it stop.

"Hey, kid, stay with us ok?"

My masked eyes locked on the man to my right. It looked like the Commissioner, just…younger.

"What," I croaked out, "Don't you want another dumbass kid to die, Gordon?"

The Commish looked a bit confused about what I said, but he still looked worried. I suppose, after what happened to Barbara I would be too.

"Kid," a soft voice on my left caught my attention. "What's your name?"

Probably new in town.

"It-" Hacking coughs cut into my sentence and suddenly, I couldn't breathe. Pain flared in my chest, even worse than before. I'd probably aggravated my old injury with all the flips. Oh well, Dick can go stuff a-

"Is he gonna be ok?"

I almost didn't hear it, but when the woman came over to drag the boy away, I shook my head with a bloody smile.

"Nah," I stopped to cough again. "I ain't gonna make it kid."

The boy's eyes widened, and he grabbed my hand in fear. Gordon glared at me. I thought it was because of the blunt way I put it, but what he said next surprised me.

"Don't talk like that kid!" He snapped angrily. "You're gonna make-"

I cut him off with my own glare and rasped,

"What are you gonna do, make me? I'm dying Gordon. Don't sugar-coat it. I'm not stupid."

Surprise flickered in both men's eyes, but I'd already turned my fading eyesight onto the boy, who was still holding my cold hand.

"What's your name?"

His watery blue eyes flicked up to me.

"Bruce Wayne."

My mouth nearly fell open. I honestly can't believe I didn't see it before. It's almost like looking in a mirror. But I saved…that means…

No Batman. No Nightwing. No Oracle.

My eyes flicked to the other adults, then focused as best I could on my dad. My hand shot out of his and grabbed his shirt, yanking him closer as his eyes widened.

"Wha-"

"Don't waste it," I rasped.

His eyes looked so lost.

"Waste what?"

"Your life."

Some of the confusion faded, but he still obviously didn't know what I was talking about. After all, he's only, what? Eight?

"How would I-"

"You'll know what I mean. I can't save everyone."

My grip on his shirt was fading, and they could all tell. Horror was filling the adults eyes, but my dad just seemed to be thinking over what I'd said.

"Wait."

He grabbed my arm.

"You never said what your name was."

I had to smile. Even at eight he's damn stubborn. And it can't hurt to keep him occupied.

"Robin."

My rasping voice grated out. Funnily enough, my chest didn't hurt anymore. Confusion filled all their fading faces, and I couldn't help but grin weakly. Idiots, they should know it's not my actual name. Even my mother's not that mean. Mostly.

I couldn't see or hear anymore, and I didn't even notice when I stopped breathing.

A/N: Before anyone asks, yes, I am insane. :) Anyway: continue? Quit while I'm ahead? Please let me know! I don't want to write if no one will read. Also, sorry about not updating my other story. I have nothing to write for that one at the moment. I am in the process of starting another story. I think I really am going insane. Oh, well. I'll enjoy it while I have it. Please R&R!