I was at the mountain when it happened.

I was meant to be out on the mission with the others but Nightwing took my place when he got Intel that the villains had kryptonite on them. So here I was on a Friday night sitting at the mountain watching my favorite TV show: static. Well I was doing that until I heard the BioShip return. Getting up from my spot I walked over to the landing bay only to see mass chaos in front of me.

Cassie was crying while flying all over the place. Jamie was trying to calm down a crying Bart who was muttering words like 'shot' and 'not now'. Lagoon Boy was standing behind Megan who was using her powers to lift Robin off a stretcher and fly him down to med bay. Wait Robin? Robin didn't go on the mission. Taking a closer look I saw it was not Tim who was being carried it was Dick.

"What happened?" I demanded.

Megan looked up to me with tears in her eyes, but it looked like she was refusing to let them fall. She used her powers to send Dick into my arms. I accepted him with ease, turning my body to walk all the way to the medical bay. As expected the team followed me.

It was strange to see Dick look like a thirteen year old again. I had finally gotten used to him being Nightwing and as tall as me, and now all of the sudden he was back to the small frame and innocent face again. I couldn't even begin to imagine what it is that could have caused this…that was when I realized I never did get that information that I had asked for. Oh well now wasn't the time to fret about that. At this moment it was my job to take care of Dick, so I set him down on the first bed that I saw. I removed his tunic and saw there was a small wound on his chest. It didn't look like a bullet wound, it was more like a small lightning bolt had hit him.

After I had finished cleaning the injury and hooking him up to all of the usual monitors I turned toward the rest of the team. "Would anyone care to explain to me why Nightwing is now Robin?" Everyone besides Megan took a step back, as if it was to elect her to speak for them.

"Klarion was there. Nightwing was about to take down Ra's A Ghul when Klarion shot him with a red lightning bolt. It was strange; Ra's turned to the witch boy and yelled at him for doing that to Nightwing. Something about an agreement not to harm him. After that Nightwing rose to his feet and continued to fight even though he was in pain, you would have been proud of him Connor. He managed to take down one Ra's but then Klarion opened a portal allowing the light to escape. We were going to pursue but Nightwing fell to the ground and moaned in pain while holding his chest. I made the call to end the mission and bring him back to the mountain." I nodded in understanding and looked back to Dick. He didn't look like he was in pain currently, but then again Dick was always good at concealing his pain.

"I would tell you to inform Batman, but with him being off world that sort of defeats the purpose of informing him." I hated it whenever Dick got hurt. Everyone thought that it was because I didn't like to make decisions for him while he was 'out of order' as Beast Boy liked to say. The real reason was I hated having to make decisions because most of the time that meant that I didn't get to spend time with Dick while he was recovering.

"What should we do Connor?" I looked into me ex-girlfriends eyes and my heart broke a little inside. Every time I look at her I regret leaving her, but that wasn't important now. Right now Dick needed my full attention, I had to take care of him.

"Fill out the reports that Nightwing usually has you complete and submit them to Mal. Megan I want you to call Dinah and tell her you will be submitting your report to her. When she reads it and inevitably comes here then we will go from there." They all looked at me and nodded. "Dismissed." They all left one by one.

"Wow looks like you have everything handled. I guess I can now be comfortable enough to cash in my vacation days." I turned to see a small thirteen year old beaming at me with a pearly white smile.

"That isn't even funny." I went and sat next to him on the bed.

"Really? I thought that it was very amusing." I let a small smile find its way on my face; it was mostly because now I knew that Dick was at least safe. He tried to get up but his injury stopped him. He brought his hand to his chest in pain but then realized that something was off. Brining his hand up into the air he inspected the size. "Connor…what happened to me?" It seems that he also noticed that his voice no longer as deep as it used to be.

I put my hand on his cheek and gave him an encouraging smile. "Everything is going to be okay, I promise."

"That doesn't answer my question." I hadn't heard Dick sound this worried in years. I had to remind myself that I was only looking at a spell, that this wasn't permanent. Although a part of me wished it was. That part was the selfish big brother in me though that only wanted to protect his baby bird.

"Klarion the witch boy shot you with some sort of lightning bolt that had a charm on it. It appears to have turned you into a thirteen year old." Dick immediately moved his gaze away from me and towards an abandoned corner in the room. I reached out and pulled his face to look at me. I moved my hand up and peeled off his domino mask.

He had his eyes closed tight, as if they were trying to hold back tears. "Please open your eyes Dick." In response he closed them tighter. "Dick please I'm not going to judge you." Finally his baby blue eyes opened but as I predicted they were fighting off tears. "What's wrong?" I asked rather worried.

"Connor I'm a thirteen year old again! All of the Leaguers already treat me like a child but now…ugh there is no way anyone will take me seriously! If anything they are just going to treat me even more like a baby!" I pulled him into my arms and he rested his head on my chest.

"It is going to be okay Dick. I understand that you are upset but the team won't do that to you. Whether you are thirteen or nineteen it doesn't matter, you are still more brilliant than any other member. Not even Tim has as much experience as you or can hack into the Pentagon without being detected. "I felt successful when a small chuckle came from my chest. He pulled away only slightly.

"Thanks Connor. It means a lot especially since Wally isn't here." His eyes yet again drifted into the corner.

"He is missing out." I said. Dick looked up at me confused. "Don't get me wrong I love that him and Artemis are so happy together, but he shouldn't have left you like that." Dick smiled a little bit.

"He asked me for permission. He didn't ask Barry but he asked me. I thought that it was so cool of him to do that for me but I wish that I could have said no. Of course I wouldn't because that was just a nice way of him telling me that he was going but at least he even bothered breaking it to me that nicely. "I felt his head return to lying on my chest. "They told me it wasn't my fault that they were leaving, almost as if they were breaking it to me that they were divorcing the team. It sounds stupid but for the longest time I did blame myself. I thought that if I had somehow been a better friend then they would have never left."

"It wasn't your fault." I said stroking his hair. "You couldn't have done anything to stop it."

"I know that now, but it still hurts."

"What would Wally be doing right now that I am not?" I asked.

"Probably making fun of me as a means of trying to get me to laugh. But you don't have to do that, I like what you are doing just fine." I felt his little legs wrap around my waist and him burry his head further into my chest. "Thank you Connor. I know I am not helping the whole point of me still being an adult even though I am like well not an adult anymore but…"

"It is fine, I understand. I promise I won't tell. And tomorrow when the League comes to check you out we can explain to them that your objectivity has not changed and that we think you should remain the leader of the team." When I got no response I looked down to see a sleeping little Robin. His body was completely relaxed and his hold on me had release but his face was still leaning on me. "Alright baby bird. I guess it is time for bed."

It wasn't going to be as easy for me to get to sleep. When I exited the room I was greeted by several curious teammates. "Can I help you?" I asked looking towards Bart who seemed to be the most anxious of the group.

"How is he?" Bart whispered.

"He is sleeping currently but he is stable. I am sure he will recover just fine, the only concern we have now is the spell or whatever charm Klarion used during the battle." I wanted to walk away and leave them to their group but something in me was telling me that they needed me here for some reason. I think it was all of the times that Nightwing would make it a priority to spend time with the younger members when a mission went south.

"Are you going to tell Robin? Or Wally? When is the League going to come see him? What is going to happen to the team? Are you our new leader now?" It was a miracle that I understood what Bart was even saying he was talking so fast. I guess it is good that I had super hearing otherwise I probably wouldn't have caught any of what the boy had just said.

"Yes in a minute, I am going to talk to Megan about the Wally situation. The League will most likely come to evaluate Nightwing tomorrow, and we are going to recommend that he remain in charge of the team because due to the conversation I just had with him before he fell asleep he still has the consciousness of his nineteen year old self. So no, more than likely I will not be your new leader." I tried to answer all of his questions as best as I could. It was hard for me to answer everything without getting uncomfortable and wanting to leave. After all now that I think about it I don't really talk to any of them more then I actually have too.

"Connor can I talk to you?" I turned to see Megan standing by the threshold that lead into the rec room. She seemed apprehensive so I made my way over slowly. She guided me all the way to the kitchen and looked around several times to make sure that we were alone. "Who is going to call Wally and who is going to call Tim?"

"So basically I get one and you get the other?" She nodded. "Which one do you want?"

"I don't know. I feel like Wally will take it worse, but with Tim he bottles everything up inside. I don't know which one is going to be harder to deal with." She was looking to the ground and fighting off her own tears. I knew it was hard for her whenever Dick got hurt because both of them had become attached. It was almost as if Megan would practice her big sister skills on Dick and then use the ones that worked on Gar.

"I will take Wally, that way you don't have to deal with Artemis as well. And as long as you tell Tim that physically Nightwing is fine and his mental state is stable then he will handle it just fine." Megan smiled at me. It wasn't a fake one either, to me she was genuinely relieved that I was doing her this favor and she was truly grateful.

"Thank you Connor."

"You're welcome." She walked over to me and ever so gently placed a soft peck on my cheek.

"You're a great big brother you know that?" She asked as she pulled away from me.

"That is Wally not me. He has been Dick's big brother since he was like ten." I tried to walk away but Megan grabbed my hand.

"Who says that you can only have one big brother? Dick needs both of you but for different reasons. And right now he needs both of you, so get Wally to come back. I know I would feel a lot better if I knew that both of you were protecting him." With that Megan turned and left the kitchen.

Who says you can only have one big brother?

No one. And Megan was right, Dick needs us. He needs us to protect him even if he did see himself as the adult.

Dick needed me, and there was no way that I was turning my back on him. The only problem is now I have to make a very uncomfortable phone call.

"Computer call Kid Flash B-03."

A/N: Just an idea that popped in my head. I hope it was worth the time. If I get a good response then most likely I will update it.

Oh and by the way I refuse to believe Wally is dead so therefore he is alive in my stories.