I updated it sooner than "A Buried Bird" so be happy for that. Thank you for all that reviewed, when you have writers block those little things keep me going. Now onto the individual thanks.

Aguna- you were my first reviewer, merci!

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Well on with the story!

Six Months Later

Dick wiped the drop of sweat from his forehead. He had been trying for the past two hours to disable the Watchtower's security system for his Master. The Batman, Dick knew, had already changed all the security codes since his… imprisonment. Dick scowled. That was a nightmare, a complete mess. That was a difficult time; well there wasn't a word that could describe how scarring it was to the teen. His physical condition had improved, but mentally he could not cope with it all. His Master had helped him forget, to ease the pain so the transition would be easier. The medicine did make his body feel drowsy, but his body was adapting even as he typed. Soon the memories of that time would cease to exist and the medicine would no longer be needed. Of course he could never forget the devil that haunted his dreams.

Bruce

He would never forgive that monster. Bruce called him insane, a freak, not a person worth the time of the playboy billionaire. Bruce was the one who made him Robin… Robin, he had not been called that in a long time. Dick pounded his fist into the desk, almost making a dent. Bru- he had to stop calling him that. That name made him sound humane, innocent maybe. He was Batman, nothing more, nothing less. Batman had given his name, his mother's nickname, the only thing left of them in his life to a snot-nose brat from Crime Alley.

Dick rolled his chair to another desk, trying to forget Batman and focus on his task, erasing all files of Dick Grayson from the world, a feat only possible by hacking into the Watchtower. After that was completed, his father and him could slip out of sight and disappear. Father, now that was a word he loved. Put back into a good mood, he turned to face a computer with the latest code breaking technology out there. Dick smiled, this was one of the perks of being the apprentice to the greatest- and richest mercenaries of all time. He sighed and started typing the keyboard in the manner he was so used to by now. The next digit in the forty-seven security code (yes the Dark Knight was that paranoid) was giving him trouble. Dick looked at how many numbers were left to crack, and frowned. This was going to be a long night.

Slade's POV

The familiar metallic clank of steel toed boots echoed through the hallway. Slade made his way through the labyrinth of hallways and doors to the main room. Most people went in circles, and even his son lost his way. Of course he called Dick his apprentice when work related things occurred. Both even wore their full uniforms and masks when their line of business was involved. It was just more professional that way. As Slade quietly opened the door, he could see Dick furiously hacking the system. He walked behind the chair and reviewed his apprentice's progress. Good, very good, his training was paying off. Slade silently chuckled, remembering the first real training session with Dick.

Flashback

Dick growled running up to Slade and threw a powerful punch. Slade easily dodged it. That would have hurt, if it actually hit. Slade sighed. Dick was rusty, and his anger towards his former friends and mentor were getting in his way. Dick came at him again. He was tired, not a good thing in his line of work, so Slade quickly flipped him. Slade would need to make him an insomniac like him. "We're done for the night. You're working yourself too hard. If you do any more you might injure your body." 'Or I might' Slade thought.

Robin nodded and left, turning his head once to see if Slade had left but Slade waved him away. Pain was evident on Dick's face; he had to figure out a way for Dick to forget. Slade still had the gas, one of his more useful inventions. The gears in Slade's head started turning. He headed off towards his private laboratory. After a couple hours he had a modified, liquid version of the gas. Instead of giving Dick things to see, he would take away them. Of course he would leave the memories of the Bat and the Titans visiting him in the mental institute there, but the memories of the long, hopeless hours would vanish. Only in a time of great emotional stress could bring up these memories, and that would only happen until Dick was given his last dose of medicine. Slade smiled, this was the start to the apprentice- son he had dreamed of.

End Flashback

Slade glanced at the clock; 3:35. Well one problem was taken care of, Dick didn't even seem tired. The memories were almost gone or suppressed and his apprentice was finishing off his first time hacking of the Watchtower. Yet his moves still weren't perfected. His right punch was a second to late and could easily be blocked and his left side kick was not perfectly balanced. He supposed not working out for so long had regressed his skills but he was almost up to date. Soon Slade would kick it up to the next level, if not doing so already. He could see Dick improving greatly only from six months. Slade would soon be able to use his full strength. A flash of green light lit up the room for a mere second and Dick spun around right into Slade's glare. He was completely startled and almost jumped out of his chair. Dick's detection skills would have to be worked on too. "Oh- um, Sir I didn't see you." Dick stammered, "The code is hacked, I am progressing onto stage two, permission to continue?"

Slade smirked, Dick was really turning into the little soldier boy, wasn't he? Slade gave a small nod and Dick continued his work. Slade knew this was a good day. Usually Dick would just do whatever came to his mind. He was free spirited and Slade would never be able to break that. Doing so would turn Dick into another mindless robot. Slade didn't want an apprentice who couldn't take up his empire. As Dick was deleting the final document from his old life he stopped and cringed. There was a newspaper dated to the first week in April. The main headline was about a trio of acrobats, three very special acrobats. Slade rushed to his apprentice's side and deleted the article right away. He looked to his son, who was going into a state of shock and started to panic but kept his calm demeanor.

Slade quickly pressed his intercom button and told his loyal companion to bring a stretcher to wheel off Dick to the medical wing of the building. As he waited he put a hand on Dick's shoulder to comfort him, a gesture he wish he wasn't familiar with. He kept walking with Dick and waited outside while Wintergreen tended to Dick. Why did this always happen?

Wintergreen's POV

Wintergreen pulled up the covers on Richard's temporary bed. He felt bad for the child; he had been through so much too young. He had bonded with young Richard. One of Richard's duties was to help him cook the meals. The young Grayson, or Wilson now that Slade had made him a part of their strange family, could always make him smile. One of the things Richard constantly asked for was for Wintergreen to call him Dick. He would always politely refuse and Richard would always give the cutest frown. As however hard Richard would try to deny it, he was still a child. Wintergreen left the room and dimmed the lights. He walked over to the master of the house and felt a growing pity for the man. Richard and Slade really were the splitting image of each other. If Richard didn't still spike his hair Wintergreen could have sworn it was a seventeen year old Slade.

Sorrow radiated off of Slade. Wintergreen could picture the thoughts going through his head right now; Joey will never be able to speak again. He's mute. It's all your fault! Addie what are you- bang! Slade couldn't lose Richard ever again. During the first apprenticeship, Wintergreen saw a side of Slade he hadn't seen sense Addie and him were living together. When Richard left, Slade crumbled and became more vicious and short-tempered than ever before. And after surviving Terra's betrayal, he almost became insane. Only the thought of Richard being his once again saved his sanity. Wintergreen sat down next to Slade. "Richard is going to be fine. The shock of seeing that article is wearing off and I gave him a shot of your memory suppressant. He is sleeping now, and I suggest you do the same. A man can only live off of coffee for so long."

Slade smiled and sighed, "I suppose you're right, Will. I just can't help but think this is my fault. I could have protected him from seeing that. I promised the pain would go away, and I am a man of my word, Will."

"He will be fine, and you cannot protect him from everything. You couldn't protect him, Slade. Your predicament was not your fault. You saved him, he is still here and that is all that matters."

Slade stood up and started to walk away, "I know, Will, but I will never see him again. Call me when Dick is awake."

He turned the corner and left without another word. Wintergreen sighed and wondered if his life would ever be normal.

Jason's POV

The wind flew through his hair and he felt like he was flying. This was what he enjoyed the most, the sensation of being on top of the world. He wondered if this was what Superman felt like when he was flying with the birds. All the other kids in his middle school would be so jealous. Well most were jealous of his fame and fortune, but if they knew he was the Boy Wonder they would be jealous of that too. Jason had snuck out of the Wayne manor to stretch his legs after the long flight to Tamaran. Ugg, fifty thousand light years was too far for his taste. Even with the entire Justice League combined with the Teen Titans it took six months to resolve the problem of Blackfire, the lovely Starfire's sister. If only she wasn't dating Roy. Now that was discussing. Raven told him that she was way too old for him, but hey she did call him cute! A blood-curtailing scream broke him out of his thoughts and he rushed over towards the alleyway.

Standing there was a girl who looked about his age in an old pair of worn out jeans, a tee-shirt way too small for her and a pair a beaten up combat boots. A gang of college-aged guys surrounded her. She was fighting them and doing pretty well too but she was well out numbered. As one of them neared her with a knife Jason swooped down and knocked him out quickly. The others quickly fled after seeing the familiar colors of a traffic light. As he neared the girl he noticed she had reddish blonde hair and bright blue eyes. They were stunning really, only a few had that exact color. He was mesmerized but seeing her impatient glare made him quickly come up with something to say that wouldn't make him sound like a complete idiot. "So why were they chasing you?" Jason asked.

"Well, you know, saved the leader's girlfriend from getting beaten up, the usual." She said putting her hands on her hips.

Jason smirked. This girl was sarcastic and judging from her pose a little headstrong too. "So what's your name? I'm the one and only Robin." Jason said, taking a mock bow and kissing her hand.

"You're not Robin."

Jason was startled. He knew he wasn't the first but no one seemed to notice, or even care in that matter. As the girl started to walk away she whispered, "Oh and you can call me Red."

Jason ran around the corner, expecting to see the girl, but the only thing there was today's daily newspaper.

Bruce's POV

Batman slammed his hand into the table. He had made sure every villain was locked up; nothing could threaten the world while they were trying to stop a deranged woman from taking over Tamaran. It wasn't supposed to take the entire Justice League to stop her, but she had enlisted the help of many warrior planets. And even after taking all the precautions, someone had still been able to hack the Watchtower's security. Batman would have to spend most of his long weekend updating all the systems and redoing all the security codes, again. To top it all off, the hacker couldn't be traced. Whoever did this was intelligent, sly, and had enough money to buy the right equipment for this task. As Batman skimmed the documents to see what was tampered with, he stopped. It couldn't be. No it wasn't there. How could this have happened?

As these thoughts circled through his head, the computer started to beep, a sign of an incoming message. Batman accepted it and Superman's face popped onto the screen. Supermen looked very uncomfortable, and not only from Batman's hard stare. He started to talk, and mumbled and stuttered through his own words. Batman, being the world's greatest detective, had his own suspicions. Getting tired of the gibberish his ally was speaking he snapped at Superman, "Just spit it out!"

Looking very embarrassed Superman continued, "Well as you already probably know by now, all the files on Richard John Grayson have been erased from our computers as well as the world's."

"Tell me something new, Clark."

"Six months ago, when we left for our mission to Tamaran, Richard who was currently in a mental hospital was visited by a special doctor. The only reason we know this is because the doctor who was working with him, told us."

Batman's glare intensified, knowing what was to come, anger radiating off of him. "Are you implying what I think you are, Kent?"

"Dick's not there, Bruce. He's been cured. And no one knows where he is."

Oooo I'm so mean. I was rereading this, and started mentally beating myself up for the ending. Sorry but I love doing cliffhangers, it inspires my next chapter. Jason has a big old crush on Red! Will she return, will she not? If you read the line when she says he isn't Robin, that sums up what I think about the replacement Robins pretty well. I was watching the old Batman series with my dad, and if you haven't seen it, I recommend it. I was laughing so hard. My mom, well she still doesn't get it. Love all you guys and I'll try to post the next installment soon! Sadie out!