So I'm back with yet another Robin hurt/comfort story. I know I know all of my stories are like this! I just like seeing and reading about vulnerability in characters and shiz I think it makes for an interesting read. for example I love reading hurt/comfort stories following Natsu of Fairy Tail just because he is such a strong character, its good to see them in a different light.

This story is a little more psychologically dark than usual so yeah...Here's the first chapter enjoy :)

Disclaimer: I don't and never will (sadly) own Young Justice or any of its characters.

The school bell tolled ominously over the empty courtyard. Richard prided himself on always been on time and ready to go in all situations, however today Dick felt like he would have rather gouged out his own eyes then enter through Gotham Academy's gates. Today was a day Dick didn't want to leave his room, leave his bed, and leave the comfort, safely and solitude of his blankets. Today was a day Dick didn't have to put up his facade; he could be the vulnerable, lonely and upset boy he hid every other day of the year. Today was the anniversary of his parent's death; a day he dreaded; a day that plagued his psyche.

Richard was both relieved and worried when Bruce and Alfred had told him they where to go overseas for some business over the next few days. Relived that he could mope around the house and not have to pretend that he was fine so Bruce and Alfred wouldn't worry, but worried about the dark and silent manor he would be coming home to every evening alone. Bruce had asked if Dick would be ok on his own, obviously worried about the anniversary but Dick told him not to freak out and that he would be fine on his own. Of course this didn't stop the over protective bat to suggest he stay at Mt Justice with the young team; Dick refused quickly dismissing Bruce's idea as demeaning.

Dick raced down the hallways, quickly stopping at his locker to grab his books. Heaving his locker door open quickly and gathering up what he needed almost made Dick see the small note fall out of his locker; he snatched it up and ran to his classroom before he made himself any more late.

Stoping at his rooms door Dick hesitantly knocked, he heard his advanced English teacher Mr Simons stop talking and order him to enter. When Dick opened the door Mr Simons seemed surprised to see him, of course all the teachers knew what today was to Dick.

"Mr Grayson? You're not usually late." He said clearing his voice slightly. Mr Simons was a well respected teacher at the school; he was the best educator there. However that was all he seemed to be good at. When it came to dealing with upset students Mr Simons turned into a snivelling boy who seemed to be asking out a girl for the first time.

"I'm sorry sir, I have no excuse for being late, I apologise, it won't happen again." Dick said bluntly looking Simons in the eye. The man simply nodded and motioned at a spare seat at the back of the room. Dick passed Barbra while walking to his table; she sent him a sympathetic smile and turned her attention back to Mr Simons. Dick sat heavily down in his seat; the boys next to him were shooting him deathly glares.

"Of course goody two shoes Grayson get's off the hook without even a slap on the wrist, what a teaches pet." Jason Dolton whispered to his friend Kyle loud enough for Dick to hear. Kyle snickered at Jason's stupid remark,

"Prolly cause he knows if he does get into shit big billionaire Bruce Wayne will come and save him!" Kyle responded. Dick rolled his eyes that the two idiots and pulled out his book to take down some notes. It was in this class that Dick did something else he had never done; he nodded off into a light sleep. At first it was just the boredom of hearing about the important theme of putting yourself in someone else's shoes in the book 'To Kill a Mockingbird' but what was casually closing his eyes turned into falling into the depths of his dreams.

"Here's the deal, you give us some payment and we'll make sure no harm comes to any of your performers, alright?" nine year old Dick had heard voices coming from inside the big top in his way back to his parents trailer. He peeked under the fabric wall and saw his ringmaster talking to a tall man chewing on a tooth pick.

"We won't be giving any money to a crook like you, now get out of my big top before I call the police for trespassing!" The ringmaster growled at the man. The suited man chuckled.

"You've just made a big mistake tubby." The man lifted his hat and turned his back on the ringmaster whose face was a bright shade of red. The man stopped at the entrance of the big top "You might just want to move on from here tubs, you wouldn't want anything to happen to your friends now would you?" Dick shuddered at the malicious hint the man's voice carried. Dick quickly retreated back to his parents trailer before he got court snooping.

Lights and gasps filled the big top. Dick watched as his parents swung above the terrified crowed with not a worry in the world. Dick however could not shake the uneasiness he had felt after overhearing the conversation the ringmaster had had with the tall man. Dick hadn't told his parents about what he heard not wanting to look like a fool if he had misheard or something. But when he heard the only line holding his parents up snap he knew it was no misunderstanding. His mother let out a terrible scream before the deafening thump echoed though the big top.

"NO!"

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"Richard!" Mr Simons stood over Dick looking worried. Dick shot up looking around at the room, Babs stood next to him rubbing his arm soothingly while everyone else looked in either confusion or humour. Dick pulled away from Babs arm and wiped a few stray tears that had fallen from his wide eyes away roughly. The bell signalling the end of class rung, Dick grabbed his bad and books and raced out of the room.

"Dick!" Barbra called worried after him. Dick could hear the boisterous laughs of some of the kids in the class as he ran down the hall back to his locker. Once there he dumped his books and went straight to the office.

"What can I do for you?" The woman behind the desk asked kindly,

"I need to sign out." He replied quickly. The secretary gave him a solid look.

"I'm sorry, unless you have a note from your parents I can't let you do that." Dick looked away sharply

"Yeah well that's going to be kind of hard to get." He snapped. The secretary looked surprised by his sudden rudeness.

"Well without that you will not be leaving. Next time you wish to leave I suggest get a note from your mother or father allowing it, we don't was students truanting after all!" she sniped back at him;
Dick sent her a deathly glare.

"It's not like they left me a whole bunch of notes letting me off school in their will." Dick turned his back on the woman who went a shade of red and walked out of the school not caring if they punished him for truanting. Dick rounded around the corner and out into the courtyard, he got to the stone pillars lining the gates and leaned against them. Letting out a deep breath Dick tried to calm his heart which was still beating furiously against his chest. The sting behind his eyes warned him that he would soon have a rush of tears falling; she quickly shook his head trying to clear his mind of the image of his parent's broken bodies on the ground below him. It only took Dick a moment to ease his psyche. Picking up his bag Dick started walking out the gates with the intent to retreat to his fortress of solitude in his bedroom.

"HEY GRAYSON!" Dick groaned when he heard Jason's voice call to him. Turning around Dick saw Jason, Kyle and a few other boys running over to him.

"What do you want Dolton?" Dick snapped at the boy who now stood over him with a malevolent look upon his face.

"You're looking a little pale there Grayson, did you have another bad dream at the office?" Jason laughed. Dick glared at the boy in front of him not even dignifying him with an answer.

"Did you see your little circus buddies aye Grayson?" Kyle laughed "I heard your old circus is in town, planning on running away with them? Circus freak!" Dick cringed, his old family was in Gotham for the annual tribute to his parents, and he refused the invite he got just like he did every other year. Something was keeping him from going back to the circus.

"That's right." Jason said snapping his fingers "I forgot about the circus, they're here for that lame tribute show right...wait isn't that show for your parents?" Jason pulled something out of his bag.

Dick went ridged when he saw what it was, a poster of his parents and him that was sold at the circus when they still preformed there. However there were some differences; the heading "The Flying Grayson's" had been crossed out and changed to "The Falling Grayson's" and the pictures of his parents soaring threw the air had been scratched away and redrawn as stick figures at the bottom of the page with blood spurting from their bodies, a small little stick figure stood near the side with a tear coming out of its head. Dick stared in horror at the poster.

"Yeah I made some changes to make it more accurate," Jason laughed shoving the poster into Dick's hands "I think I hit the nail on the head don't you?" Jason laughed. A sudden surge of anger filled Dick's body; he ripped the poster in half and mustered up the scariest bat glare he could handle.

"If you ever insult my family like that again I'll break every bone in your body." He growled angrily. Some of the other boys stood back including Kyle. Jason laughed again more forcefully,

"What's a little kid like you going to do anyway? I'll send you down into the filth with your parents before you could even blink—" A sickening snap followed by a stricken scream filled the boys ears as Dick rushed forward grabbing Jason's arm and twisting it behind him snapping the bone,

"That's one, got anything else to say?" Dick snarled into the boy's ear. Jason looked to him with crying fearful eyes and shook his head. The other boys looked on horrified as Dick grabbed his bag leaving Jason crying on the ground and walked out the gates. Dick didn't look back; he didn't want to see the damage he had done, even though he knew Jason deserved it. Someone suddenly grabbed Dick's right wrist making him cry out a little.

"What did you just do to that boy?" A man in a suit asked not releasing his tight grip on Dick's wrist. Dick cringed in pain as he tried to wriggle out of his grasp.

"I'll do the same thing to you if you don't let me go!" Dick snapped angrily glaring at the man who let go taking a few hesitant steps back. Dick looked down to his arm; spots of blood had started seeping through his shirt. Dick glared once more at the man before running past him and back towards the manor.

He had to get away before anyone else noticed.

Ok so that's the first chapter done and dusted. I know its not very long but eh.

I hope you liked it :) If you have any thing to say I would very much appreciate it so don't be afraid to review and all that jazz :)

Thank you :D