Hey, this is my first Fan Fiction! It's inspired by Rayany Amor's story picture on the "Just another Monday" NCIS/Young Justice story and DarkHairedDreamer's story "The Last Flying Grayson". I thought that there wasn't enough fan fic's of a Robin with wings-so here. Starts with a typical 'accept me' theme then moves on to things I want to happen. Structured like a diary. All () and bold text is me talking to you. Enjoy!
I do not own Young Justice.
The Winged Graysons
Prologue
There was something you don't know about the Graysons. They have wings. Beautiful, elegant feathered wings. Most people think they are just a part of their costumes, but no, they are real. Call them what you want: meta-humans, mutants, angels-they go by the Flying Graysons.
Chapter 1
Inside cover:
First off, this is not a diary. Diaries are for girls this a journal. Okay, now that's settled, Hi, my name is Dick Grayson. I was adopted by Bruce Wayne when I was 8, and when I was 9, I became Robin, the Boy Wonder, partner to the great Batman himself. Now I'm 14 and a member of the Young Justice team.
Entry 1:
My wings started coming in last week. I knew they would once I neared puberty. I wonder what color they will be. My Dad's were a brilliant shimmering royal blue and my Mom's were a lovely deep green. Did I mention that? All Graysons have wings, even the married ones. My Mom's sprouted on the last day of her honey moon, but for us kids, they come in around puberty. (Great, I just used 'puberty' two times in the same paragraph-ugh remind me never to do that again…) No one knows why, it's just the way it is.
Right now my wings are just two little bumps on my back. Two itchy annoying bumps. They make it impossible, and I mean impossible to sit back in a chair.
I haven't told anyone yet, not even Bruce. He thought the wings were a costume, like everyone else. I hid the evidence from him. I don't want him to treat me differently. I know-some fear-Bruce is the one who dresses up as a giant bat every night. But, I just want to fit in, like every teenager in the history of forever. Okay, enough about my fear, it's time for class.
I wiggle in my seat to prevent the seat back from hitting the two sore bumps on my back. I sigh. I just need to act normal, no matter how uncomfortable it is.
End of Chapter 1
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