Me: So... I decided to upload this as well. It probably isn't very good. Review please!

Whale: Hehem!

Me: WHAT?! (looks embarrassed) Sorry!

Whale: DISCLAIMER!

Me: OH! Right... I do not own Batman in any way! Ya happy now!

Whale: Yes, very.

Ages:

Dick- Robin- 13- Since 8 (When Batman got them)

Jason- Red Hood- 16- Since 10

Tim- Red Robin- 18- Since 9

Damian- Renegade- 19- Since 2

Bruce- Batman- 35

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Dick POV

I unfurled my wings and leapt off of the balcony, only to soar up into the sky. I smiled as I felt the rush of air in my face. I loved doing this! Sadly, I couldn't do it as much for the past 5 years, ever since I moved into the manor. Everyone in the circus knew about my wings, seeing as my mother and father had them and I grew them in when I was 3, but no one at the manor knew about them. How? I had a chain I wore around my neck with my parents' wedding rings on it that turned them invisible. They still were there, and I still needed to wrap them in a bandage under my shirt so they got sore, but they were undetectable with the chain on.

I dived down, then pulled up and flew beside a flock of geese. I noticed something off about the geese, though. They looked sickly and beside them flew a colorful, exotic bird. I have no idea what kind though. It flew over next to me and I hovered in the air. It landed on my shoulder and nuzzled against me so I pet it, but its talons dug into my shoulder causing it to bleed. Then the bird flew on. I noticed it was late, and everyone would wonder what was going on if I woke up late tomorrow. After all, I am the only morning person in our family, besides Alfred, and I would get up late if I stayed up too much longer. I got back from patrol around 12:00 and Bruce will be getting back in… I looked at my watch… 5 minutes! I still need to preen my feathers otherwise they get sore!

After a quick flight back, I started to untangle my feathers. This is one of the downsides. Every morning when I wake up and every night before I go to sleep I have to preen otherwise it gets uncomfortable. Suddenly, I heard soft footsteps on the stairs and sat motionless for a moment. The footsteps past my door. I relaxed and got back to preening. That was probably Bruce just going back to his room. When I was almost finished, the door opened with a soft click…

Bruce POV

I had just gotten back from patrol and as I walked past Dick's room I thought I heard noises from inside but they stopped suddenly. I'll go check it out after I put on some pajamas. I quickly walked into my room and slipped into a white t-shirt and sweat pants. Then, I walked down the hall and opened Dick's door. What I saw was not what I was expecting.

Dick was sitting on his bed looking like a deer caught in headlights- that wasn't the strange part. The strange part was the feathery limbs protruding from his back. They were big, white wings that had to be at least 5ft each. As Batman, I have seen many things, but I never thought there would be a day where I saw my son since he was 8, with wings. I'll never admit it later, but I gasped. He suddenly backed away scared, scared of me. This thought disgusted me. I wasn't disgusted with him, but with my self for ever giving him a reason to be scared. I crept forward and he backed away more like a cornered animal.

"Shhhh. Dickie, what's wrong? I won't hurt you. I promise." I said. He looked at me mistrustfully, but relaxed slightly.

"Your… your not mad?" He asked tearfully. I shook my head and sat down on the bed a little ways from him.

"No. I could never be mad at you. I'm just… confused. Since when did you have wings and why didn't you tell me? Did your parents have them? How did I not notice?" I answered reassuringly. He sighed, paused for moment, then answered.

"I grew them in when I was 3 and both my parents had them. I hid them using a sort of Gypsy magic. I have a chain that makes them invisible. I have to wrap them in bandages under my shirt because they are still there, but they are unseeable." I noticed he didn't answer my 2nd question so I pressed on, though I could see he was uncomfortable.

"…Why didn't you tell me? Did you tell anyone? Even Jason?" He paused and sighed.

"The whole circus knew. I haven't told anyone here though. I was going to tell you before a I found out you were Batman but… I found out your identity and I knew how much you hated metas in your city so I was scared to tell you. Scared you would send me away. I never told Timmy, or Big D, or Jay because I thought they would tell you. I couldn't lose you guys, not after what happened to my… my parents." Dick answered while tearing up. I hugged him, seeing as he needed it. I whispered in his ear.

"Oh Dickie, I would have understood. I would never throw you out! Next time, don't be afraid to tell me something. I love you and nothing will ever change that. No matter what. By the way, what were you doing when I came in?" He blushed.

"Preening. My feathers get untangled and uncomfortable if I don't. I also keep my wings out at night because they get sore form being in bandages all day." He admitted. He looked so sad, I came up with an idea.

"Do you want to keep your wings out during the day? I know now and it will probably be more comfortable. You just need to tell your brothers." His face lit up at my suggestion and he nodded vigorously. "So, how do you want to tell them?" He just smirked in reply. Then, he yawned and I noticed his eyes start to droop.

"Get some sleep. I'll see you in the morning." I told him. He nodded sleepily and laid back down. I took my own suggestion and went to get some sleep of my own.