You can take the boy out of the shade

by DixieGrayson

SEQUEL TO MEMOIRS OF A THIEF! It's been years, he thought he'd left it all behind...but there's something big happening, and he needs to be there. He's on the run again, but this time it's for the right reasons. Watch as Richard Grayson steps out of the light...and back into the shade. Rated T for Gore, Violence and swearing. No pairings, no OC's. Cover Image found on Google.

2. Mourning

16th January 2013

I crawl out of my 'cave' in the early hours of the morning...after my arm had been found. Once on top of the cliff I throw my uniform into the sea below. What I see on the grass beneath my feat shocks me. Burnt into the grass is the sign of the cross. Crouching down, I touch it. They think i'm dead. It worked.

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Gotham City

The doorway of a store

17th January 2013

08:00am

I awake to the sound of birds chirping...bull shit, I awaken to the sound of engines revving and horns honking. I awaken to the sound of Gotham. This is the same doorway I slept in all those years ago. Unfortunately for me Bobs Buns went out of business the day I got adopted. No breakfast for me then. I don't really need it anyway. I stand up and stretch, feeling every bone click into place one by one. I've got to go visit an old friend...and hopefully get my arm sorted before it gets infected. I pick up my rucksack and pull it onto my shoulders...shoulder. that's going to take some getting used to.

Then I see it, a black limo, driving through the streets of Gotham. Members of the public, old and young, all wearing back and steadily walking behind the car. I into the shadow behind me, back pressed flush against the wall. I wonder what's happening?

I duck into the crowd, yanking my hood up, casting a shade over my face. Covering the tell tale scars, mapping out my life. The group slowly trudges forward, all in silence. It's like the whole city is being mind-controlled...or they're in mourning. I stare up at the Gotham cemetery gates. The sleek black car slowly grinds to a halt. it can't be. Not all of this...not for me. "Thank you people of Gotham for coming out on a cold rainy day like this, he would have been, in his words, whelmed". They're all here, my whole second family. Even Roy. Oh god! I place my head in my hands. Why are they doing this? "he was a brave soldier, and the best baby brother anyone could have asked for". Oh Wally. "Robin will never be forgotten" Auntie Diana. ""Good-bye...son". I can't take it. I sprint through the crowd, tears welling up in my eyes and over spilling onto my face. The rain and my tears gather in pools at the bottom of my jaw.

I run into something. head-buying it by accident. "watch it kid- Shade?" I look up, my eyes meeting those of my first friend in the criminal underworld. Sports master. "Zucco said you died...5 years ago"

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I'm sorry its short, it looked so much longer on my note pad. Thanks so much to everyone who reviewed, faved, followed or simply read. 15 reviews is my aim for this chapter, come on I know you guys can do it. Thanks again

DixieG xx

P.s this is the disclaimer for every chapter: I do not own young justice, and never will.