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Note- My chapters will be 500-1000 words. Rarely will there be a chapter over 1000 words long.

Note 2- I like cliffhangers. (As a writer, NOT AS A READER!) I believe that cliffhangers are one of the keys to keeping your readers on the edge of their seats and craving the next chapter. (Not to mention it's fun! XD)

Note 3- The italics are Dick's thoughts.

Chapter 1

_Seven Years Later_

Dick now appeared to be a thirteen-year-old boy with raven hair, ice blue eyes and pale skin. To everyone around him, he was always happy and very childish. Nothing ever seemed to get him down and it seemed that nothing ever would. So, assuming what they see was the true Dick (or Robin in Young Justice's point of view), they never thought that maybe he wasn't who he said he was.

That had just fine with him. It meant that he wouldn't have to lie to them even MORE. He had already lied to them so much, letting them think that he would always be there for them.

But he wouldn't be. One day, he would have to kill them . . .

Unless he was willing to go back to being a flightless bird. (Which he wasn't.)

So you can imagine the dread that has consumed Dick's mind, making him want the days to never end because that meant one more day closer to the day he would have to make a choice: go back to being a robin or kill the Justice League and Young Justice. (Dick had a really bad feeling that Wizard would make him kill Young Justice.)

This is where he becomes conflicted, torn between going back to his true form and killing the people he had grown attached to. Yes, he had grown attached to the people he was doomed to destroy.

Ironic, huh?

No; it was just plain stupid of him. I mean, who's stupid enough to grow attached to the people he'll have to kill in the future?

Apparently, I am . . .

Dick shook his head at his thought and let his head rest against the window sill that his back was leaning against. With his head turned to his right, Dick's gaze was upward so he could stare at the night sky and the twinkling stars.

Is it just me or are the stars mocking me?

Dick sighed heavily. His false joking personality had somewhat rubbed off on him, leaving him to crack jokes at inappropriate times such as this. Right now he needed to finally figure out what he was going to do from here. Was he going to keep his end of the bargain or was he going to . . .

I can't . . . I can't do either . . .

Dick clenched his teeth, years of frustration boiling under his skin. If he couldn't do either, what could he do? Give up? Pretend that his life as a bird had never really happened? Or pretend that these last seven years was just a dream?

None of those options sounded great.

Dick softly snorted, aware that Bruce and Alfred were asleep. Of course those options didn't sound great. They had come from the back of Dick's mind after all.

. . . Great, now I'm insulting myself. What's next? Making bird jokes?

Dick rolled his eyes as he watched storm clouds slowly make their way to Gotham, thinking of how they came and went as they pleased without having anything tying them down . . . ! His eyes widened as an idea dawned on him.

I could leave! If I have no connection to the Justice League and Young Justice, Wizard can't get me, who is in the inside, to kill them. I'll become useless . . .

But what if I become useless? Wizard might turn me back to my true form . . . Not if he can't find me.

With a grim, determined look etched on his face, Dick quietly got off the window sill and quickly packed his backpack with clothes and other things. He made sure to grab his favorite black jacket that was green on the inside, his favorite shades and other things he knew he couldn't live without like his utility belt, holographic computer and the keys to his motorcycle.

But he never touched his Robin suit and mask that were draped over his desk chair.

He did stare at them, though, as if he wanted to take them with him. But if he did, Bruce would be able to track him through the tracking chip in the suit . . .

And Dick would never forgive himself if he got Bruce involved in his problems.

With his backpack on his back, Dick took one glance around and then climbed onto his bed to grab the clock that hung on the wall above his bed. When it was in his hands, he flipped it over and pulled off an envelope that was attached to the back. Dick's eyes stung as he put his clock back and got off his bed with the envelope in his hands that tightly held it.

This is . . . my farewell letter. It's so Bruce won't come looking for me . . . Hopefully.

Dick nearly barked a laugh. Of course Bruce wouldn't after reading the letter; it was a "I'm leaving because I'm sick of being in your shadow" kind of letter, not the letter that contained the truth. That letter was hidden also but Bruce would never read it; it was hidden too good.

This is going to hurt him, Alfred and the team but it's for their sakes. Maybe someday . . . They'll know the truth and forgive me.

Swallowing his sadness, Dick laid the envelope on his desk where Alfred and Bruce would see it but his hand hovered over it. Did he really want to hurt them to protect them? Didn't their feelings mean more than this?

Yes; that's why he's doing this.

Without a backwards glance, Dick quietly walked towards his window and climbed out onto the tree that was next to his window. Within moments, Dick was on the ground and heading towards his motorcycle that he had made silent so if this ever happened.

Now Bruce wouldn't hear him leaving . . . He wouldn't be able to stop Dick from leaving, from protecting the ones he cared about . . .

But I don't want him to stop me. This is something I have to do . . . for everyone's sakes.

Hopping on his motorcycle, Dick put on his helmet that had been on his motorcycle and drove off without a backwards glance . . .

But you looked underneath his helmet, one single tear had fallen from his eye and down a pale cheek . . .

. . . I'm so sorry . . . I'm so sorry . . . Bruce . . . Everyone . . .

A/N- So was that a good first chapter? Got any ideas where Dick is heading? Where the other letter is? Please review! This was published on 4-19-12 with the length of 1,328 words.