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Robin's P.O.V:

I woke up tiredly, my neck feeling like I slept on a board all night. I sat up to see I was leaning against a grave.

'Now, why am I here, oh yeah, I'm, um, wait, I was visiting mom and dad, but they're at home.' I thought, 'But that ain't right.'

I turned to my left to see, who was he again, oh yeah, Gotham billionaire Bruce Wayne, looking at me. I turned to see the grave marked 'Wayne' so I jumped half a foot back.

"Sorry Sir." I said quietly, 'Whoa wait, that ain't right either, Bruce is, what was he to me again?'

"It's alright, Grayson," Bruce sighed, looking more depressed the usual, "You better run home, your mother is probably worried."

"Aren't you coming too?" I questioned.

"What do you mean?" Bruce asked looking completely confused.

"I'm your ward, my parents were murdered remember?" I asked, not even knowing what I was talking about.

"Um, no they weren't, The Flying Graysons performed just last night." Bruce said slowly.

"Oh, I, um, guess your right, bye." I replied before running from the cemetery, I honestly had no idea where I was going but the route seemed familiar in such a weird way. It wasn't long until I was in front of a small yellow house, two cars were parked in the drive way, a bike leaned against the garage. I approached the front door, knowing this was the right place.

'What am I thinking, I live with Bruce, don't I?'

I walked through the front door and what came out of my mouth I knew I had no control over.

"MOM? DAD? I'M HOME." I called. Next thing I knew I was being embraced by my mother,

'WHAT THE?'

and my father was standing behind her.

"That's the third time this week, Dick." My father told me.

"What?" I questioned.

"Since you got that head injury you've been sleep walking and winding up in the cemetery or Haley's Circus ." My Mother explained.

"What happened?" I asked yet another question.

"You landed on your head when you fell during practice, good thing we had mats out or who knows what could've happened, you have random moments were you can't remember anything." Dad answered. I just nodded.

"Well, time for dinner." Mom said happily, leading me to the kitchen. I sat at the small dinner table, knowing that there has to be a catch to this.

A/N: Okay so all the italicized words are what Dick is thinking. Anyway, hope you liked it.