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Robin's body smacked against the cold, ungiving brick wall of the smoggy alley he had been flung into. His head lolled down to his chest, unconsciousness threatening to take him, but he snapped back to alertness at a sharp cry of pain from his sister. She was being dragged by the cape, her tired body screaming protests and refusing to move in the way she wanted it to. The jagged rocks pebbling the ground sliced into her already blood coated arms, grains of silt and dirt worming into the wounds and making them sting like mad. Thick tendrils of dark crimson shot out from wounds on her chest like roots from the mother tree, staining the neckline of her costume and dribbling down to her now bare midriff. One of her knees was completely shattered, the younger only noticing because white shards of bone stuck out of her skin like thick needles piercing a creamy colored canvas. Their captor hurled her into the wall next to the young vigilante, her body hitting with a resounding smack. She was yanked roughly from the wall before she could fall and slammed into the cold hard ground like she was a rag doll to be torn to shreds by the dogs. Robin tried hard not to look at the scarlet patch on the filthy wall where she had just been, or the garnet liquid pooling under her head and staining her hair. A coal black shoe caught under her ribs, steadily pushing up until the bones snapped like pencils in the grip of an angry writer. A long, drawn out scream of agony echoed off the walls of the dingy alley, and the figure backed off, pleased with his work while she gasped for breath. Another man, this one shorter and thinner, appeared behind the first. "You've had your turn with her. Now give me mine."

A flashing silver coin flew into the air and was caught in a waiting palm, then flipped onto the back of the bearers other hand.

He glanced at it, then at his waiting partner. "She's all yours."

The second man grinned sadistically and reached into his pocket. He pulled out a syringe of greenish clear liquid and, kneeling next to the still gasping girl, emptied the serum into one of the veins in her arm. He watched her eyes slowly flutter closed and stood, brushing off his dusty brown pants.

"That's it?" His companion asked.

"Watch."

And they did. For a short time everything seemed normal, but before long her eyebrows scrunched together, pained expressions crossing her face and struggling with invisible bonds. She started muttering incoherent words, some clearly in English, some not.

Before long the screaming started.

The younger boy swore he had never heard any sound that was quite so utterly destroying. The high shrieks bounced off the high walls, ringing in his ears like the deep knell of church bells. She sounded absolutely tortured. She was thrashing on the dirty alley floor, her head snapping from side to side. She was going to have a nasty case of whiplash when she woke up. If she woke up. Her screams echoed throughout the alleyway.

"No, don't! Please don't do it! Please! Please don't leave me here alone again! No!"

Something changed. A new look flitted across her face, one of pure horror. She switched to her second language.

"Dickie-pasăre? Dickie, ai pus că în jos chiar acum. Aceasta nu este amuzant fratele mai mic. Pune-l jos acum!" 'Dickie-bird? Dickie, you put that down right now. This isn't funny little brother. Put it down now!'

The ebony realized what was happening. She was seeing him in her fathers place. She was seeing him kneeling in the middle of her bedroom pressing a knife to his wrists, a small puddle of blood collecting around his knees.

Another bout of desperate screams came around as the first conspirator pulled out a small pistol."This is all well and good, but let's end this." He pointed the gun at his sister and pulled the trigger. Her eyes snapped open, the visions ending as blood spurted like a sick rendition of a fountain from a hole in her abdomen.

Dick Grayson shot straight up, a scream dying in his throat. Nightmare. It was a nightmare.

The acrobat dropped his head into his hands, resting his elbows on his knees. Why did his mind have to take his most twisted, horrifying memories and continue to haunt him with them? Why was he tortured like this? His parents, his sister, they were all killed right before his eyes. All the things he wanted most bury just kept coming back like they were rising from the dead.

He couldn't stay in his room anymore. He needed to be near something living, something concrete. He silently threw off the covers and slipped into the hallway. He padded through the abandoned halls until he reached Tim's room. Bruce was off world on a league mission, and Alfred was out of the country, so Tim was staying with Dick at the mountain. The older quietly entered he room, treading carefully so as not to wake the sleeping boy before him. He slid under the covers next to the slumbering child. Tim snuggled up against his brother, surprising him, but the older boy didn't resist. He liked the contact, enjoyed the feel of his little brother warm, alive under his touch. He was so much like Jason…

Dick nuzzled his face into the back of Tim's head, breathing in the scent of his hair. His mind wandered back to his nightmare, to the terrors of the actual night. He still blamed himself, no matter what was said. Bruce, Alfred, the League, the Team, even she as she was dying told him it wasn't his fault. He was tied up, he tried everything possible, blah blah blah, but the fact of the matter was that he hadn't been good enough. He hadn't reacted fast enough. He sat in complete shock while his sister was beaten and tortured right in front of him. He recovered his wits too slow, to where all he could do was try to save her, and he couldn't even do that. Bruce trained him better than that. The bottom line was he wasn't good enough, and it cost her her life.

The acrobat was so caught up in his own thought that he didn't notice that Tim was waking up next to him, yawning like a giant cat. When the younger saw who he was snuggling with he nestled a little closer. "Nightmare?"

Dick ran his fingers through his little brother's hair. "Yeah."

"Which one?"

"Her."

Tim brought the blankets closer around them. The older of the duo had been having this particular nightmare a lot since becoming leader. Between Dick's dreams and his own, they saw a lot of each other at night. "Do you want to talk about it?"

He felt Dick shudder. "No, not really."

The third Robin shifted so they were both cocooned in the blankets. "Could… could you tell me a story about her?"

Dick smiled. "Sure kiddo. How about when she first met Wally?"

"Hurry up Wally! Alfred has cookies in the oven!"

"Hold up dude! I gotta find my jacket, I left it last time I was here!"

"Well hurry up, or the cookies will be all gone!"

"No fair!" The speedster raced through the Manor searching for his lost jacket. The search took him about five minutes (yes, the Manor was just that big), but when he found it he ran back toward the kitchen. He slowed down as he it closer and closer, and by the time he was at the door he was at normal speed. Voices floated through the door, but the red head payed no attention to them and entered the room.

He slammed into someone else and both thudded to the floor. Wally's head smacked against the doorframe, making the teen see double. Instantly there were hands grabbing his arm and helping him up. "Oh my God I am so sorry!" A voice he had never heard before said. "Are you okay?"

"Ow. Yeah, just give me a minute." He was lead to a chair at the kitchen bar and he rested his aching head on the cool granite counter. When his eyesight returned to normal he looked up, and was met with a girl. So, being a Flash, we can all guess where his mind went. He stood up and brushed off his shirt.

"You good?" She asked.

Wally leaned against the counter, trying to act cool. "I'm even better now that your here, angel."

The next thing he knew he was lying on his back on the floor. There was a dull stinging in the back of his head where it has made contact with the floor. The girl was squatting in front of him with a straight leg out to the side.

The signature cackle he knew so well rang out as she stood. Dock jumped on top of the counter and from there leaped to the girl's shoulders. "Dude, you just got owned!"

Wally rubbed his head. "Uh, hurt so good?"

Dick laughed again. "You should know by now never to try to flirt with one us Bats."

"Us Bats?" Wally asked as he pushed himself to his feet.

Dick scrambled down and leaned casually on the girl. "Yep. Walls, I'd like you to meet my big sister."

Nightwing glanced at the child snuggled up against him. Tim was fast asleep, he chest rising and falling rhythmically with each breath. Dick smiled and gently kissed the boy's temple. "Night, Timmy." He whispered. The former Boy Wonder pulled the blankets closer and closed his eyes, drifting off the dreamland.

Needless to say there were no more nightmares that night.

A/N: Hey! Sorry it's taken so long, but I've been busy unpacking and the other day I had a stomach bug, but here's the second chapter. Sort of fillerish, but I wanted you guys to get a brief glimpse of how Robin's sister died and what she was like. I will tell you her name soon, and I'll bring the rest of the characters in soon too. Please leave a review!