Mount Justice was as quiet as ever when he arrived in his 'civvies' outfit. It wasn't exactly laid back and totally letting people see his entire face. The only time that he didn't have his favorite pair of sunglasses donned on his face was when he was at school. That was when he was in his entire civvies outfit. That was what always infuriated his best friend, Kid Flash, A.K.A. Wally West. Wally was an enigma; that was most of the puzzle.

Other than that, Wally was a pretty normal guy. Take out the fact that he has super speed, has a crush on a Martian, and needs to eat like every other minute. Kid Mouth, as Robin called him, disliked the fact that his own best friend didn't even seem to trust everyone enough to show his eyes. What was so wrong about trust? It was even more heartbreaking as Robin knew this. He knew that most of the team seemed to think that as well, excluding Kaldur and Megan.

The fact was, it was too dangerous.

Robin could think of a million ways to explain to Wally and the other members of the team of why he couldn't tell his identity. Not including the fact that his mentor had told him not to. Either way, it'd still be a cry on deaf ears. They'd probably think of his explanations as silly excuses. Robin was actually grateful that Megan was polite enough not to read his mind or Wally was smart enough to take a hint as to never remove his sunglasses.

He remembered that night. His parents' last act. It nearly made him shudder. The blood, the sound of his mother screaming, the crunching of their bones as they fell in a heap. Robin was brave, he had been slightly mended, and he was even surprised that he could still even attempt acrobatics without remembering their deaths that much.

That was why he respected Batman, no Bruce Wayne as his savior.

If Bruce hadn't come along, Robin would probably be eating slop in an orphanage still. If he hadn't been adopted, Dick Grayson never would've become Robin, the Boy Wonder. And he was grateful for that. If Robin had been shut in an orphanage, he'd have never met his friends, or put his hacking skills to use; and he'd have never become strong willed and brave as he was today.

It was all just a silent thanks, that had never been said, but it was known.

Megan was baking, or attempting to bake cookies in the kitchen…again. The only person who could eat it was Wally, because he needed the calories to have energy and run close to the speed of light. To this day, Robin still wondered just what Wally could eat without gagging. He knew for a fact that poisons didn't really work, unless they were the type that paralyzed. Morphine wasn't helpful, because of his super-fast metabolism, so it had to constantly be pumped in.

Robin wasn't ever jealous. He did think that powers were cool and all, but he preferred to keep a healthy attitude towards his own strengths as a human being with no super powers. Simple as that.

"So, Robin, did you eat any breakfast yet?" Megan offered. This shook him out of his previous thoughts. He had to think for a moment before actually answering her question.

"Oh, uh…no thanks. I already ate this morning." He hesitated, seeing the…suspicious lump of food on the plate, which he figured would be overly burnt scrambled eggs. Megan seemed to be disappointed. "I am not feeling the aster today." He muttered to himself.

He felt a strange sense that he was forgetting something important. Shaking his head, Robin plopped himself onto the couch, watching the world outside of Mount Justice. Being a hero was what he was meant to be, even if he had to make sacrifices to become one. His parents, if they hadn't been killed by Tony Zucco, then he'd never be a superhero. Robin nearly growled at the mere thought of Tony Zucco. His parents' murderer, the one he never brought to justice…yet.

He was sure that fate was a pretty lame thing. You made your own destiny, and seeing the future only made changes. If that was how it was supposed to be, so be it. Even if it still burdened the young sidekick's thoughts, he would someday meet Tony Zucco again, face to face, and by then Robin hoped that he had learnt enough self-control.

"Robin! Are you going to ever tell us your secret identity?" Wally whined, pouting a bit. Robin smirked, forcing back a rude laugh that might've upset the speedster. And anyone knew that when Wally got mad, it was a bad sign for you.

"Nope. Batman says that I have to 'wait until I trust them'" Robin made air quotes as he said this. "And it's not that I don't trust you, don't worry. I trust you with my life, but he says it's too dangerous, and that I should keep it under wraps."

At this point, Wally was sure that he would go insane. The same lame excuses, the stupid mistrust, and most of all that idiotic fact that Robin always hid his eyes. Wally could've punched something at that moment, but he knew better. Plus, he might've ended up hurting someone…badly. Wally was going to try, no matter the costs.

But what the speedster didn't know, is that sometimes things are better left untouched.