"You need to come home immediately," my adoptive father said over the phone. He sounded—worried. He never sounded worried. He was always so confident. I mean, he was Batman. What could have Batman worried?

"Ok—okay," I answered, more than a little unsure of myself. "What's going on? Is something wrong?"

There was a pause. I knew him well enough to know that he was thinking about what he should and shouldn't tell me. This was bad. He is such a straight forward man-so blunt, if he was trying to shield me, then something was seriously wrong. Fear spiked through me and rested at my heart. My pulse sped up and dread filled my stomach.

"Just come home, Dick, there is something we need to discuss," he told me, his voice held more authority than it did a few minutes ago. And he called me by my first name, he never did that when I was at the Titans Tower, in fear that someone would figure out my secret identity. He was so paranoid.

I nodded my understanding, but quickly realized he couldn't see me and I answered with a simple "Okay, I'll be there soon."

"Dick, I want you to know that matter what…" he paused. "I want you to remember that I love you," he said softly.

I visibly flinched. He never said that to me. Ever. The last time those words came out of his mouth I was ten and had just broken my arm. I always thought the only reason he even said it then was to keep me from crying. I knew he loved me, of course, I just never heard him say it.

"I love too," I responded. "I'll see you in a little bit." I hung up the phone and looked around my room for a few seconds, trying to comprehend what just happened. I took a shaky breath and dialed my best friend's number.

One ring.

Two rings.

Three rings.

"Hello," I heard him answer.

"Roy," I breathed a sigh of relief, I was afraid he wasn't going to answer.

"What's up, Boy Blunder?" he teased. I could hear the smile in his voice.

"Shut it, Arrow Head," I dished it back out to him. "I need you to go Wayne Manor. I think something is wrong. My dad just called me and he sounded worried. I don't know, but I want you there when he drops whatever news he has."

Roy now sounded concerned, "Okay. Do you want Wally there too?"

Again I nodded, but realized he couldn't see me. "Yeah, you should call him. I have to pack and figure out something to tell my team. I'll see you in a little bit," I told him before I hung up the phone. Sighing, I sat on my bed, not wanting to go home. Not only does bad news, or assumingly bad news, await me there, but I haven't been home in so long. I missed my dad and Alfred of course, but I enjoyed my freedom and responsibility of leading the Teen Titans. Once again, I sighed. I better start getting packed, my bag wasn't going to do it by itself.

…

My team sat on the couch, waiting for me to explain why I had a packed bag. Raven sat on the far right side, a book in her hand, but she wasn't reading it. Her hood was down, like it usually was when she felt comfortable. Beast Boy was next her, he was surprisingly sitting still. Cyborg had a broken remote that he was trying to fix in his hands. He would occasionally press a button to see it if would work. Starfire seemed the most concerned as to why it seemed I was leaving. My heart ached at the thought of telling her that I have to leave for a few days. She would be understanding, right? I mean, family comes first and if my dad needs me, he needs me.

I swallowed hard, four pairs of eyes were on me. I didn't know how to start, so I just quickly said it—anticipating the large amount of questions. "I," I began, "have to go back to Gotham for a little while." My father called and he needs me."

I expected an onslaught of questions, but I didn't get a single question. Beast Boy looked like he wanted to say something, but Raven nudged him to shut up.

'Weird,' I thought.

…

I finally arrived in Gotham just has the sun was beginning to set. The closer I got to my old home the fast my heart beat. Roy, or Speedy, arrived there are few hours ago along with Wally, or Kid Flash. Neither of them would say what was going on, just that I should get there as soon as I could. I was also instructed to come as Dick Grayson, not Robin, and I was also told not to go through the Batcave, which lead me to believe that we had company.

I walked up to the big doors. I stopped. I didn't want to open those doors. I didn't know what was waiting for me, but I knew whatever it was, it wasn't good. All the signs pointed to a large heart break. However, I knew I couldn't stand out here for forever, no matter how much I wanted too. I took a deep breath and walked in.

"Hello?" I called. "Dad? Alfred?"

Nothing.

I shut the door. A loud thud rang out.

"Dick, we are I here," I heard my best friend, Roy, shout from the kitchen.

"Ok…" I said, holding out the 'a' sound longer than necessary. I made my way into the kitchen. When I finally made, I was taking super baby steps, my heart dropped at what I saw. There were three FBI agents standing around the island along with Commissioner Gordon, who was standing off to the side with my dad and Alfred. Roy and Wally stood on the right side of the kitchen, standing awfully close together as if they were trying to comfort each other.

I looked around for a few seconds before asking, "What's going on?"

Commissioner Gordon was the first one to speak up. "Dick, do you know anything about the Wilson family?"

I looked over at my dad as I shook my head. "Why? Is something wrong?"

Commissioner Gordon took a deep breath and looked anywhere but at me. "There is no way," he began, "to say this, so please excuse my bluntness, I'm just going to come out and say it. Dick, when you were two years old, the Grayson's took you from your stroller when you and your parents were visiting the circus."

"What?" I asked. Clearly this was some sick joke. I wonder who's I idea it was. Probably Roy's, this was something he would do. I would have to get back at him somehow. But how do I top this prank? I'll figure it out later.

I expected Commissioner Gordon to explain further, however it was someone who was dresses as an FBI agent that come forward. "Dick, er… yeah, Dick, do you remember anything about that night?"

I was taken back. "No, because first of all, that never happened. This is probably some prank that Roy," I shook my head in his direction, "put together. Second, I wouldn't remember anything because I was two."

The room was silent.

I crossed my arms. "Okay, guys the joke is over. 'HaHa' it was funny. Let's move on. Roy—Wally? You guys want something to eat?"

"Dick," Wally said so quietly it was almost a whisper. "This isn't' a joke."

I snapped my head toward him. "Joke's over Wally. This isn't funny."

I felt an arm wrap around my shoulder. It was Roy. "That," he said, his voice laced his sorrow, "is because this isn't a joke. Dick, you were really taken from you family as a baby. I looked over the case file. Your dad looked over the case file. Commissioner Gordon looked over the case file. Dick, you were really kidnapped as a young child. The people you thought where your parents, weren't your parents."

I tried to shove Roy off of me, but he was stronger than me.

"Dick," he said defeated. "We are telling the truth."

I looked him in the eye. He green eyes were glistening with tears and I knew he wasn't lying.

My whole world was about to be flipped upside down.