Hello, lovelies! So, a long time ago, I had this story in mind. It was probably back in 2012. I DID write it, but my writing was way too shitty then. So, I decided to delete it and try again. This time longer and better. I hope you enjoy! Tell me your thoughts and such. Just, if you hate it, don't be too harsh. I think it's ridiculous when people do that. Anyways, enjoy! Kind of along the lines of Robin's origins and Teen Titans, but eh.

I know Robin is like fourteen or something, but for this story he is sixteen. Why? Because It's my story and I say so c:

8 years ago. . .

Richard Grayson could not believe it. His parents had just died. In fact, he saw it all happen. The eight year old little boy witnessed the murder of his parents. It would be an image he'd never forget. It would haunt him for the rest of his life.

The Flying Graysons, as they were called, were trapeze artists. As they had been swinging, the wires snapped and they fell to their deaths. No one could believe it. Richard and his little sister, Reneigh, both helped act in the performances too. What if they had been in it?

Speaking of the little six year old, Richard couldn't find her. Everyone was swarming in all around, panicking over what happened. He tried to push through the crowd, tears in his eyes. Now that his parents were gone, he needed to protect his baby sister.

It seemed like she was nowhere in sight. He was starting to panic worse and worse. Heart beating with the speed of his running, he wondered if somehow she died too.

You need to find her! You need to be a good big brother!

"Renny? Reneigh?" he called out shakily. It was hard to get his voice heard with the hundreds of people around. He felt someone touch his shoulder. Hoping it was Reneigh, he turned. "Re-" But it wasn't her. It was two men. One younger with black hair and one more elderly.

"Dick Grayson?" the older one asked quietly.

Lip quivering, the young boy nodded. "Uh huh. . .have you seen my little sister?" He hoped they had the answers.

To his sadness, they both shook their heads. "Dick, we're going to have to have you come with us. This is Bruce Wayne. He's going to act as your legal guardian. I'm Commissioner James Gordon. I promise, you'll be fine, son."

But tears spilled from Richard's eyes. "N-no! I need m-my little sister! I-I can't leave her!"

Bruce Wayne's face showed a lot of sympathy. Somehow, he figured the other child in question dead. But nonetheless, knowing how hard it felt to lose the ones you loved, he tried something.

"Don't worry about that right now. We will find her, no matter how long it takes." He meant his word. As the eight year old finally nodded with trust, taking his hand, he knew the words had gotten through him just right. He was going to make sure he got every facts on the other child.

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Little Reneigh Grayson was very much alive. The little raven haired girl was doing her best to find her big brother and her parents. She didn't know what was going on. One minute, she was using the potty, the next everyone was screaming.

She heard people say the names of her mother and father, the word "dead" also appeared along. She knew what that word meant, but was afraid of it happening to her mommy and daddy. She hoped it was not true.

"Richie?" her little voice cried out, not liking to be alone. She felt tears sting the corner of her eyes as she ran around. "Richie? Where did you go?" She needed a familiar face, but was finding none. A minute later, she ran into the legs of a mysterious man.

"Have you seen my mommy and dad and brother?" she asked, hoping this man knew what she meant.

He kneeled to her size. "Your parents are no longer with us, your brother is away too." His voice was silky and dark. Reneigh instantly started to cry.

Seeing the little girl sob put an instant frown on the man's face. "Don't you worry. Your mother and father put me in charge of you. I am here to care for you as my protégée."

"B-but. . who-who are y-you?" she whimpered, something in her little head telling her it was okay to trust him.

He sighed. "I am Slade, an old friend of your father's. Come now, child. It will be fine."

She grabbed his hand in trust, not knowing how big of a mistake this was.

Anddddd. . .prologue done! If you're wondering why the hell this happening, I promise, it comes up later! Have a great day x