Drabbles! This fic is strictly for little plot bunnies that pop into my mind. Won't be updated regularly however as I have three other stories I need to finish. But whenever I do have something, I put it here. Most of it will be Robin centric but if you want a specific theme such as Rae/BB than I can do it. Or a Slade thing… can't be anything that would require more than two chapters. But remember, you give me the ideas, you'll just have to wait sometime.

If some of you don't know who Robin's identity is; it's Richard John Grayson, orphan as of age nine. If you want me to do a drabble in which he has a nightmare about his parent's deaths… I can. I take requests.

Disclaimer: I own nothing… wish I did though. :P

Drabble #1: The Trapeze Artist

Robin slowly made his way through the halls of Titans Tower.

He was heading toward the gym at 3:00 in the morning. As of 10:00 everyone went to bed. At 10:30 most of the team were asleep, except, of course, the boy wonder. He did this most nights now, it had become habit to wake up at 2:50 and get into his blue and white tunic with black spandex pants. His hair wasn't his normal spiked up doo but was shaggy, laying down in his eyes. He still had his mask on, but once he got into the gym he'd take it off. The rest of the team were asleep anyway.

One he got down there he began setting up the trapeze set he'd bought. There were two platforms already high in the air, attached to two big iron polls. The team didn't question them really but they were strictly for 'flying'. Once everything was secured and checked (twice) he climbed up onto a platform and grabbed the bar.

He hadn't noticed that the team had heard the clanking from the bars when he was setting up and walked in. Beast Boy was about to say something but Cyborg shushed him.

Robin, or right now- Richard, grinned to himself. Not his Robin grin with the titans but that grin he got when he was with Bruce and Alfred; ready to jump of the banister onto the chandelier in the main foyer of Wayne Manor. The team saw his smile and their mouths fell open, surprised by the boy. Even more so, they were surprised by his mask-less face. His bright cerulean blue eyes could easily be seen from down below. They were quite surprised, actually, of how he didn't think about the fact that they might've heard him. They were shocked by his eyes… they could actually see them. No mask stood in the way and nothing could make them forget.

Richard stood straight up, squaring his shoulders and standing tall. He looked down at the ground and breathed. No net.

"And the last Flying Grayson prepares himself…," he said out loud. He got ready to jump. 1... 2... 3...

And there he went. He swooped down, the momentum suddenly carrying him upward. He let go, and flew through the air. A joyous cry escaped his lips as he did a quadruple flip through the air. The team watched in wonder as he grabbed the bar and landed gracefully on the other platform. He grinned and stared down at the bar in his hands. He had already chalked his hands and that familiar feeling of roughness had now wandered his way into the feeling on his hands. Some of the dead skin was peeling already but he didn't mind. It brought back good memories, times of before robin.

"Wow… he's never done anything like that before…" Beast Boy said quietly, whispering as to not be heard. Cyborg glanced downward at his green friend and nodded. "Yeah…" he muttered, turning back toward the ebony haired boy that had moved to the bars. Flips around the bars, one hand hand stands on a bar, cartwheels on a beam and then back to the trapeze set. It seemed that he just gravitated toward it.

He grabbed the bar again and swung forward, his legs straight. The momentum carried him upward and he let go, soaring through the air.

"Amazing…" Starfire muttered.

He practically flew; arms outstretched in front of him. Then he grabbed another bar and flipped, landing on the platform. The boy smiled to himself and turned in the direction of the rest of the titans. For a moment, they thought they had been discovered. They watched his eyes, however, and saw he was simply staring in that direction. A big smile was plastered on his face. And his blue eyes were bright with joy and happiness.

He took a bow and said, "Thank you for coming to watch the last flying Grayson!" He bowed once more and then sighed, his smile fading as he stared at the trapeze set.

Suddenly, Starfire jumped up and clapped her hands together, grinning wide. "That was wondrous friend Robin!" She exclaimed as Cyborg face-palmed. Richard jumped and turned to stare at her in shock and then when the rest of the titans stood up he looked practically shocked. They walked forward, staring at him until he sighed and climbed down. He walked over, arms crossed over his chest and they all just stared at each other.

"How long have you been there?" He asked, no emotion was displayed as he said this.

Beast Boy rubbed the back of his neck and grinned sheepishly. "Since you started. We heard you setting it up. Why didn't you ever put out this stuff before when we're all training?" The changeling asked, staring at him with curious eyes. Everyone turned to look at him curiously. Richard shifted uncomfortably, his eyes staring at the floor. "I don't know. It's… complicated," and then his blue eyes widened and his hand flew up to them, suddenly remembering that his mask was vacant from his face. His hand flew to his pocket, pulling out a mask and bringing it to his face but Starfire grabbed his wrist to stop him.

They stared into each others eyes and he slowly lowered his wrist once she let go, figuring he wouldn't slap the mask on his face. "Don't, they're gorgeous…" she muttered, stepping away uncomfortably. He looked away, blushing. "Uh… thanks," he muttered and rubbed the back of his neck, a habit he hadn't done since he was thirteen.

"Robin-"

"Richard. That's my name. My nickname's Dick," he interrupted the alien. She nodded and the team stared at Ro- Richard. He looked away and brushed his shaggy black hair from his eyes. "Oh, alright. So, why don't you pull it out… you said it's complicated… why?" She stared at him, fingers lightly tapping at each other as she awaited an answer.

"You don't have to answer man…" Cyborg said, shooting a look at the green eyed girl and then looking back at Richard. Dick nodded and smiled slightly. "Naw, it's fine. Well, uh… I don't really know. I just like doing it in the quiet. Besides, I can be myself when I do it alone. Sorry I didn't tell you guys."

Cyborg and Beast Boy shrugged and Raven simply stared at the boy. Starfire smiled and put a hand on his shoulder. "Well, Dick, can you show is more. It was amazing. You never do these things while we're fighting."

Dick grinned and then nodded. "Sure-"

"Wait, you said Grayson. The Flying Graysons. Is that your last name?" Beast Boy asked, suddenly speaking up. Dick nodded. "Yeah, Grayson. My family and I were part of a circus act. The Flying Graysons. Trapeze artists," he shrugged and turned away back toward the poles. "I can show you some tricks if you want."

And so he did.

They watched as he flipped through the air, grinning. It seemed he was more of a… happy person when he was Richard 'Dick' Grayson. He smiled more and those smiles were big. He seemed to have forgotten the team was there as he 'flew' through the air. Sometimes he would even laugh.

They smiled, even Raven, as they watched him. He explained what he did, not going into how he did it (complicated), he told them how he learned it.

They watched as he flew. Just like a Robin.

A Trapeze artist. He really seemed to make it an art.

End of Drabble #1:

Well, then.

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