As soon as the Milano lands, Dick gets a bad feeling. It's low in his stomach and no matter how many times he tries to shake it off, it won't go away. It's the same feeling he gets whenever a mission or a job was about to go wrong or something majorly disastrous was about to happen. It increases as they walk down the hallway to Nova Prime's office.

Peter looks over at Dick and notices the weird expression on his face. He nudges him a little. "You okay?"

Dick wants to put a smile on his face and say that everything is fine, but he can't shake this feeling. "No. I have that feeling." He says quietly, not wanting to worry the others if it was nothing.

"The feeling?" Peter asks warily, experiencing it many times over the year.

Dick nods and Peter tenses up, knowing that shit was probably about to go down. His hand flits towards his holster on his hip, hovering over it just in case. Dick keeps a hold on his own and also lets own hands hover towards his electric escrima sticks as well.

As they continue their way towards the huge double doors, the feeling grows so intense that he feels like running back to the ship and flying off to a place far, far away. He stands his ground though and takes a deep breath as they head on.

They reach the doors and two guards opened it in sync. He wonders sometimes if they practice doing that over and over, but now's not the time for that. What's more pressing is their faces. They're stoic like usual, but now they also appear to be fighting to sneak a glance inside, like there is some magnificent treasure inside...or something highly dangerous.

Nova Prime is standing with her assistants by her side when they enter. Her assistants are in awe too, but there is also some intimidation and cautiousness lurking in their eyes. That's when he notices the group of people that are currently conversing with Nova Prime.

They aren't like most normal people you might see on Xandar. They have brightly colored outfits-No wait, they look like costumes. He can only see their backs, but some even have weapons at their sides. The backs look familiar and Dick's mind goes blank because it can't be, it's not. They finally notice that Dick and the rest of the Guardians are in the doorway and turn around to face them.

Dick's breath catches in his throat and his hands go slack as he stares into the faces of the people he hasn't seen in eleven years.

Young Justice and some of the Justice League.

Holy shit.

Wally's POV

I feel my gaze wander towards the window as the Justice League drone on and on while talking with the Nova Prime chick. It's so amazing out there, I never thought I would seen anything like it. There was so many different people and things that I've never seen. Some I don't even know what they are, which is just magnificent on it it's own. Some are familiar though. I can faintly see a really cool orange and blue ship in the distance. This planet is just fantastic.

A month ago, some miners found this glowing rock and when one picked it up, he started screaming and exploded. There wasn't any blood though, he just crumpled like a rock. It sounded gross. When the Justice League heard about this, they put it in a containment facility where it could be tested. None of the tests went well…

Then, we were contacted by the weird lady with white hair that said she was the head of a Nova Corp. She said that they already had one glowing rock (I think she called it an Infinity Stone?) and wanted the stone so it could be properly contained.

Of course, the Justice League didn't trust her, so they wanted to come to this Xandar and check them out. Well, all of the League couldn't come, so only a few leaguers and some of Young Justice. Batman, Flash, and Wonder Woman came from the Justice League. Artemis, me, Superboy, Miss Martian, and Kaldur came. Zatanna said that if the Justice League qualified Xandar as safe, then she would come with the small group of heroes who would transport it. The most weird thing though, and when I say weird I mean super awesome, is that we're in a different dimension! The theory is right! It was hard getting here though, but we eventually did it.

Suddenly, the doors open and I am surprisingly the first one to notice. I turn from the window and stare at the group of people in the doorway.

There's a raccoon with a gun strapped to its back and a what look like-holy shit is that a bomb on its belt?! It's staring at the group of heroes boredly, like it has better things to do.

The raccoon is standing next to this tall plant thing because why not? It smiles at us and waves. I gave it a small wave back, it looks nice.

Next to them is this huge gray guy with red tattoos all over him. He's only wearing pants, no shirt, which isn't surprising considering how huge he is. He's super intimidating, but doesn't seem too hostile, mostly cautious of us.

My eyes land on the green hottie next. Jeez, she's like supermodel hot! Artemis smacks my arm, like she knew what I was thinking. I rub it, shooting her a glare. Of course I'm not going to do anything, I'm with her. Besides she had an aura of deadly, like a leopard waiting to pounce, and I want to stay as far as I can from that.

The green hottie has a dirty blonde-haired guy somewhat gravitating in front of her like he was subconsciously protecting her, not that he needs to. The guy looks human, maybe he was from Earth? Anyways, he kept glancing worriedly over at the guy next to him.

The guy next to him looked human too. He has dark hair, but I couldn't see most of his face from the mask covering his eyes. The guy seemed to be the most affected by our presence. He gaped at them for a moment before he suddenly straightened and put on a stoic mask. I felt like I knew him, but I couldn't put my finger on it…

The Nova chick coughs, turning our attention back to her. "Yes, this is the group I was telling you about." Oh, right. This must be the Guardians...something like that. I don't know. I wasn't paying attention. "They are like our 'Justice League'."

"It is a pleasure to meet you." Wonder Woman says, gracious as ever.

The green chick steps forward, "My name is Gamora." She stretches out her hand and Wonder Woman meets it. " I am Wonder Woman, but you may call me Diana."

"Diana." Gamora smiles lightly. "So, who are your companions?" She gestures to us.

"Well, the one in black is Batman. That's Flash. The younger ones are on a team they call Young Justice. The ones that are present are Superboy, Miss Martian, Artemis, Aqualad, and Kid Flash." She points at each hero as she names them.

The blonde haired guy stepped next to Gamora. "Well, if we're doing introductions, I'm Peter. Also go by as Star-Lord. That's Drax." He pointed at the big, grey dude who grunts at his name. He pointed at the raccoon and plant thing respectively, "That's Rocket and Groot." Rocket nods stiffly, but Groot speaks. "I am Groot."

"Maybe later Groot." Peter said absentmindedly, which just confuses me. "And that's.." Peter glanced at the dark haired guy, who shook his head slightly, before continuing. "Nightwing. We're a team known as the Guardians of the Galaxy."

I snort, "That's really original." before I could stop it from coming out. The team look at me like I was an gigantic idiot and Artemis smacks me upside the head. I tense, waiting for a blowout.

To my surprise, Peter just shrugs, a small smirk on his lips. "We didn't exactly come up with it. One of our enemies did and it just kind of stuck."

The dark haired guy-Nightwing speaks up, "Like you can say anything, though. How original is the Justice League?" His voice seems really familiar too...

I laugh, "I know, right?" I stride over and sling my arm over his shoulder, which was a little difficult because he's like 6'3 compared to my 5'11. "I feel like we're going to be good friends."

Nightwing stares at my arm on his shoulder and I slowly take it off. Maybe he doesn't like to be touched. I shrug, not interested enough to ask.

The Nova Chick speaks up again, "Now that you have been acquainted, let's get down to business. An Infinity Stone was found on Terra-" She's cut off by the slight gasps next to me. I looked over to see them in shock and gazing at her in alarm.

"How many casualties were there?" Nightwing asked, straightening and putting a stoic face on. Man, he does that a lot.

"Only one, thank the stars. The Justice League contained it before anyone else could get hurt. Their containment, however, is not strong enough for the Stone and everyone is at a huge risk. We have asked the Justice League to relinquish it to us, but they are unsure on whether or not this is a safe environment for it." She looks irritated as she says the last part.

"Why are we here then?" Peter asks confused, looking like he wants to leave and do something else.

"There are a lot of parties out there that would do anything to get their hands on an Infinity Stone. You are here to protect the Justice League and if they choose to relinquish it to us, the Infinity Stone while we prepare for it."

They all nod, but seem unhappy being put on babysitter duty. I'm a bit unhappy with having to be watched like a little kid, but hey, what are ya going to do? Huh, looks like I get to hang out with my newfound friend some more. Awesome!

Nightwing's POV

This sucks. It's suck so hard. I'm stuck on Xandar with my old team and some of the Justice League. I'm going to have to be so much careful around them.

I'm not going to tell them who I am, I've already decided that. It's not like it'll do any good. I won't be able to go back with them and I'm not sure if I would want to either. It's been eleven years. My ID's probably already labeled as dead, I'm way different than I was before, and I doubt they'd accept me anyways with how I operate now. Who's to say they'll even want me back? It doesn't matter really.

I am pretty surprised to see Batman here. He would never leave Gotham unprotected when I was there, so he's probably got another sidekick to look over it. It actually doesn't bother me much that he has another sidekick. I'm just glad that he's moved on.

Currently, I'm on the Milano packing some things. The Justice League and YJ had to go over more things, so we were allowed to go get our stuff before we have to relocate in the guest quarters. I run my hands through my hair and sigh one more time before finishing up my bag.

I sling my duffle bag over my shoulder and exit my room, heading towards the main deck. Everyone is already there, but I slow and listen to their murmuring. They don't notice me yet as per usual.

"Ugh, this is going to be hard for him." Peter sighs, making me freeze a bit. Great, they were talking about me.

"It's probably difficult to see people, loved ones, you haven't in years." Gamora replies, traces sympathy in her voice. "I feel terrible for him."

"I'm pretty sure he doesn't want them to know who he is, so we should call him Nightwing for the whole time they're here. Sound good?"

They all murmur agreements and I speak from my position leaning against the doorway, "You know, it's rude to talk about someone when they're not in the room."

They all jump at my voice, except Gamora who looks at me slyly, probably knowing I was there. The rest look everywhere before their eyes come to a halt on me.

"Don't do that!"

"Giving me a goddamn heart attack…"

"I did not know you were present in the room."

"I am Groot!"

I smirk slightly, "It's fun to see you scream like six year olds, though."

Rocket growls, his fur still a bit bristled. "Do that again and you'll be the one screaming like a six year old."

I smirk again, before letting it drop as I remember why I scared them in the first place. "Yeah, well you deserved it."

They look at each other, slightly guilty. Peter steps forward. "We just know it's not going to be easy to be around them. We're just worried for you."

"It's okay. I'll be fine. Now, let's just go and get this over with so we can go blow up moons or something later."

Rocket grins, "That's what I'm talkin' 'bout. Alright, let's go do this thing!"

The rest of them roll their eyes, though not Drax, but that's okay. They head out ahead of me. I stand there for a moment, trying to compose myself.

"Come on, kid! I'm not gonna wait all day for you because you got some problems." Rocket calls into the ship.

I walk out next to Peter, who puts a hand on my shoulder, knowing that I'm not okay as I put out. I smile at him slightly before turning back towards Nova Corp Headquarters.

This is not going to be fun at all.

Peter's POV

I look over at Dick and sigh. I've known him for so long, he can't possibly believe that he can fool me. He's obviously not fine. I wouldn't be too if my family who I haven't seen in years randomly showed up. I'd be worse than he is. I'd probably be drinking away my worries in some sleazy bar right now, but he's a good kid. I know that I'm not the best role model, but I like to think he turned out okay.

I don't think he'll tell them who he is willingly. It would just make things harder. They'd make him choose between them and us and I don't think he can take making that decision. I sigh. He's in some pretty deep shit. He's going to be messed up for a while after this.

I throw my crap on the floor of the room given to me and Gamora. She scoffs at my laziness and starts to put her stuff away. I sit on the bed and lay back, still thinking about Dick. We should have just told Nova Prime no and explain why we couldn't do this. This is going to be extremely hard for Dick. I sigh again.

"Do you think he'll leave?" Gamora asks me suddenly, still putting her things away.

"What do you mean?" I lean against my elbows and stare at her.

"He has deep history with them. That black dressed one raised him somewhat. I know he still cares for them. He might want to go back with them."

"I don't think he will. We have deep history with him too. Besides, that was forever ago and we're his family now, you know?"

She turns towards me, "I suppose. He's family and I've grown to have mother-like feelings towards him. I don't think I could take him leaving." She confesses, looking at me slightly concerned, not that she'd show me any more.

"It's be okay, I promise. Now, who's my little green assassin?" I say in a baby voice, trying to get her spirits up.

It works because she rolls her eyes and punches my shoulder.

"Owww!"

"Aw, is the Star-Idiot hurt?" She mocks in the same tone.

"Uh, yeah! You punched me!" I say indignantly, even though I wanted this to happen. I rub my shoulder, starting to regret my life decisions.

She rolls her eyes again, "Put your stuff away, you slob."

I grumble and grouch, but do it. I don't want to set off an assassin, especially one that's my wife and can make me miserable using other ways. I shudder at the thought and continue to put away my clothes.

It turns out that at least one of us has to be with them at all times. If one of them wanted to go outside, a Guardian has to accompany them. Two of us have to stand guard in the area where they're staying for the time being during the night. If they are all together, the majority of us have to be with them. So, when dinner rolls around, we have to eat with them in the dining hall. This is going to be so awkward, at least for us.

The Guardians sit on one side and the League on the other. We all just sit there, not knowing what to say. Dick got put next to Wally and seems stoic, but I can tell he feels like getting as far away from them as possible.

"So, are you from Earth?" Wally asks, turning towards Nightwing, "You and Peter look like you're human."

"Yeah, I'm from Terra, but I'm only half Terran. So is Peter." Nightwing says smoothly.

"Are you guys brothers or something?" Wally says while poking his food and gulping it down when he decides it's safe.

Nightwing and I look at each other and smile. "Not biologically, no, but I have known him for nine years."

"Nine years? Wow. So, how'd you end up roaming the galaxy?" He asks, almost done with his food already. Man, this kid can eat.

Nightwing's face hardens and I decide to answer, "We-uh-well, it's kinda a long story..." I start, rubbing the back of my neck nervously, a trait I picked up off of Dick.

Artemis punches Wally's arm and he responds with 'What'd you do that for?' type of look, one I have given Gamora many, many times. She gestures to Nightwing, who was staring down at his plate blankly, probably thinking about his capture. Wally winces, which jars Dick out of his daze. He realizes that they're staring at him and puts on his stoic mask. They look away, respecting his privacy and also feeling awkward.

The rest of dinner has a few idly chit-chat's happening, but nothing too personal. One thing I notice though is that Batman keeps staring at Dick. Oh, no. It doesn't seem like he recognizes him, he's just suspicious, but you never know with a bat, which is a term I learned from Dick. I think Dick knows because he's avoided looking over there and mostly stayed quiet, only talking when needed. Wally is talking his ear off right now, so he doesn't need to talk much anyways.

"So, you and Gamora are married?" Diana asks suddenly. Not really suddenly, Gamora and her have been talking for the past ten minutes, but I haven't been paying attention.

"Oh, yeah we are. For two years I believe." My nose scrunches up as I tried to remember that date. Shit, shit, shit.

Gamora rolls her eyes, thank god. "Yes, two years. It took Star-Idiot two years to ask me out and then three years to propose."

"I hear ya." Artemis says, her blonde hair swinging slightly. "We were together for six years before he proposed." She jabs her thumb at Wally before continuing. "We've been married for almost three."

"Any kids?" Dick asks, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Wally starts choking on his water and Artemis rolls her eyes before slapping his back. "That's a no if you didn't get that."

"I got that." Nightwing smirks slightly before starting to eat again.

"What about you?" Wally asks after he recovers from almost choking.

"What about me?" Dick asks, raising his eyebrow.

"You married or in a relationship?"

"No." Unless you count one night stands or the occasional booty call, which I don't think they do, but I not gonna ask.

"Why not? Are you shy?" M'gann asks.

The Guardians, excluding Dick, start laughing. Dick is most definitely not shy. He was one of the most smooth talking, charming guys I knew, excluding myself. I'm happy to say I've taught him everything I know. Dick just rolls his eyes at us. Rocket answers their questioning looks,

"If Nightwing's shy, then I've never touched an explosive in my life."

Dinner ends shortly after that. All of the superheros from Terra went to their rooms to settle in.

Dick and I took first watch, letting the others sleep. I told Drax that I would come get him when I switched out, I knew Dick wouldn't be able to sleep for a while today.

We stayed in silence for a while, Dick told me that none of them were asleep yet. How he knew, I didn't want to know. A few hours later, when it was the dead of night, Dick said that it was okay to talk.

"Geez, any more silence and I might have died!" I whisper yell.

He roll his eyes at me, "God, you're such a kid sometimes. A hyper one at that."

"Thanks...wait, hey!"

He smirks at my face. I stick my tongue out at him, but he just rolls his eyes and smiles.

"So, you think Gamora and Diana will be friends? I hope so. She doesn't really have any other friends besides us."

"I don't know. It'd be hard anyways with the different dimensions and all. Besides, it's not like we have any other friends, so we really can't talk." He chuckles lightly.

"Yeah, you're right." I yawn, "Okay, I'm going to bed. You good?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. I'm used to not getting a lot of sleep."

I roll my eyes, knew it. "I know you are. Drax should be taking my place."

"Okay. Night, Peter."

"Night, Dick."

Miss Martian's POV

I melt through my door, turning invisible. Someone is in the hallway and I want to see who they are without disturbing them or Conner, who is sleeping. I know it's two of the Guardians from what Nova Prime told us about our security. I just want to know some more about them, they aren't the most open bunch. I won't read their minds because it's considered rude, so I'll just listen to them, which turn out to be Nightwing and Peter.

I start to stare at Nightwing intently. He's just so familiar that I swear we've met before. My mind just wants to connect with his and I don't understand it at all. It's driving me crazy.

Right now, Nightwing is rolling his eyes at something Peter did, but is still smiling. His smile...it reminds me of something, but I can't put my finger on it. The smile seems different than whatever it's reminds me of, but still similar. Nightwing starts laughing quietly. His laugh floors me. No. No, it can't be...It isn't.

The hair. The smile. The laugh. The connection.

No, no, it's just a coincidence. He disappeared eleven years ago to never be seen again. We mourned for the longest time before we came to terms that we would never see our friend, our little brother again. He...he couldn't be standing right in front of me. He couldn't.

I'm probably just imagining thing, still mourning for my little brother and trying to replace him with Nightwing. I'm just being crazy. Yeah, Nightwing is definitely not Robin. Robin is-was super bubbly and energetic. Nightwing seems way too serious to ever be Robin. He doesn't laugh as much or bounce off the walls. Yeah, can't be Robin.

"Okay, I'm going to bed. You good?" Peter says as he yawns.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I'm used to not getting a lot of sleep."

"I know you are. Drax should be taking my place."

"Okay. Night, Peter."

"Night, Dick." he says as he walks off.

I gasp. We only found out Robin's secret identity after he was..taken. Richard 'Dick' Grayson. Is it really him? Oh my god, have we found him?

Nightwing whips around, he must have heard my gasp. His eyes zero in on the spot I'm at. "Miss Martian?" He asks tentatively.

I let myself show, my hands covering my mouth. My eyes begin to tear, "Dick?"