Chapter 1: Lost Memories

Robin's P.O.V

Two-Face. It had to be Two-Face. I couldn't get a break, could I? I had been studying for a huge test I had when Bruce had poked his head round the door.

"Bat-signal. Let's go," he had said.

"I gotta study, Bruce," I had retaliated but Bruce gave me one of his looks.

Now, fighting against Two-Face's men, I was wishing I had stayed home. Two-Face himself made his way towards the ladder that led down to the water.

"Bats! He's getting away!" I said, but Batman didn't answer "I guess I'll get him then,"

I ran after him as he climbed down the ladder. I looked down to see him jump off the ladder and into a speed-boat. No way was he getting away that easy! I jumped off the dock and landed on the back of the boat. The boat sped across the river, heading towards the bridge.

"You!" Two-Face said, his voice its usual half-growl.

"Me," I said, taking out my escrima sticks.

I launched forward and aimed a hit. Two-Face moved so my escrima sticks hit the controls. I kicked Two-Face in the gut. Two-Face grabbed my ankle and pulled me off balance. He put his hand on my back and lent me over the side of the boat, my nose inches from the water. I lent back and headed Two-Face in the face before turning around and swapping positions with him so he was the one leaning over the boat side. I held him by his shirt, his life-or-death coin in his pocket. Suddenly, I felt something leave my face and I could suddenly feel the wind in my eyes, but that was only possible if...

Two-Face lent against the side of the boat, a domino mask in hand.

"Richard Grayson?" he said "You're Robin?"

I growled and pulled him away from the boat ledge. Then I saw something in the corner of my eye. I turned to see the Gotham Bridge and one of its supports coming up close.

"Oh crap," I muttered "GET DOWN!" I shouted.

I pushed Two-Face to the floor and the boat hit...

Batman's P.O.V

The Bat-boat skid along the water. The Coast-guards had arrived where the speed-boat had hit. I could see they had pulled Two-Face out of the water but where was Robin? I saw something floating in the water a few yards away. I brought the Bat-boat to a stop beside it. Robin was floating on his side without a domino mask. The hatch opened, I lent out and I pulled him out of the water. I sat him in the back seat and immediately headed towards the underwater entrance of the Batcave.

"B-Bats? W-what's going on?" Robin spluttered.

I lent back to look at him.

"It's going to be fine, son. You'll be fine," I said.

Robin closed his eyes again and fell into unconsciousness. I looked at the water a head of us. Then I got a lot more worried over Robin because, without his mask, Two-Face may know who Robin really is!

The Bat-boat submerged and came back up in the Batcave. I saw Alfred standing by.

"Master Bruce?" he asked, he gasped when he saw Robin "Oh my!"

I carried Robin over to the hospital bed and Alfred got to work.

Robin's P.O.V

I opened my eyes. I was lying in a bed... where was I? Wait a minute... Who was I?

"Robin? Are you ok?" a man dressed as a bat asked.

"Who's Robin?" I asked, sitting up with tremendous effort.

"Very funny, Master Richard," said an old man.

"Who's Richard?" I asked.

The 2 adults looked at each other.

"Dick, are you feeling ok?" the bat man asked.

"Who's Dick?" I asked.

"What do you remember?" the old guy asked, concerned.

I sat quiet for a moment. Wondering.

"Nothing," they gasped "Who are you 2? Um... who am I?"

"Your name's Richard John Grayson but everyone calls you Dick for short," said the bat man "I'm your adoptive father Bruce Wayne. This is Alfred Pennyworth, our butler and friend,"

"You lost me at adoptive. Why can't I remember anything?" I asked, not sure if I should trust a guy dressed as a bat "And why are you dressed like a bat?"

"The 2 things are connected, Master Richard," said Alfred.

"Dick. At night we protect Gotham City from super-villains and criminals, as Batman," he pointed to himself "and Robin," he pointed to the yellow 'R' on my chest.

"So I'm your sidekick?" I said, feeling strangely annoyed at the word 'sidekick'.

"Actually you're my partner and you and the others don't like being called sidekicks, you prefer protégés," said Bruce.

"Others?" I asked.

"Yes. Your friends," said Alfred "Quite a rambunctious lot,"

I looked at them blankly.

"I don't remember," I said "All I remember is... is a loud explosion, pain and then waking-up here!"

"Explosion? Dick... Tonight we went after a criminal called Two-Face. You followed Two-Face onto a speed-boat and you both started to fight. Neither of you were looking where the boat was going and it crashed. The Coast-guards pulled Two-Face out of the water and I pulled you out and brought you here," Bruce said.

"Where's here?" I asked.

"This is the Batcave. It's where we train and work," said Bruce "And get medical attention,"

I looked at them blankly again, not sure what to say or do.

"Perhaps we should take Master Richard to more familiar surroundings?" suggested Alfred "The Manor, for example?"

"The whater?" I asked.

"Dick," said Bruce, standing up "We live in Wayne Manor, which is directly above the Batcave. Maybe seeing all your stuff will help your memory,"

"But I recommend you both change from uniform," said Alfred.

I looked at what I was wearing. A red t-shirt with black, short, sleeves, black trousers with some red at the top, black combat-boots and a golden belt.

"What the heck?" I said and looked up at them.

After I got changed into some black jeans and a blue hooded sweat-shirt Alfred had supplied, Alfred and Bruce took me into an elevator and we all went upwards. When we came to a stop and the door slid away, it opened up to a hallway. A regular, old, hallway. I suddenly got a migraine and I saw a weird flash of something. Me, walking, on my hands, out of the elevator with Bruce following. I was about 9 maybe 10. I fell forward onto my back and laughed... more like cackled.

"Dick? Are you alright?" Bruce asked.

"Fine," I said "Just a headache,"

"Do you recognize this place?" Alfred asked.

"Kinda. Maybe. I think... I think I remember... walking on my hands and... and cackling," I stammered, the single memory foggy.

"You do that very, very, very often," said Bruce "You say it clears your head to walk on your hands and you're natural laugh has always been a cackle,"

"Oh," was all I could think to say.

I sighed and looked down. Then a question hit me.

"How old am I?" I asked, wanting to know how old that memory was.

"You're 14. 15 in December," said Bruce.

I looked down again, worried. What if I never remembered anything?

"It'll be alright, Master Richard," said Alfred "I'm sure you'll remember who you are,"

I smiled but I got the strange urge to smirk... weird.

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