Wally's the spitting image of Will. It's like seeing a ghost. But I like him nonetheless. It feels good being around him and Kit. I manage to recover from my...Not sure I can think of the right word.

"Hi Wally. I'm Robyn Gray." "Oh, so you've heard about me. I suppose Dick gave me celebrity status?"

Looks like Will but has Sam's sense of humor.

The door's closed now.

Dick smiles. "Yeah, like you really need that." "So, Robyn Gray, is it? I take it you're Dick's ward?" "Yeah, I am. I think you might have guessed this but Dick and I have a lot in common." "Man, you don't have to tell me that. I can hear it by your name alone." "Uh huh. I guess I should tell you guys the basics about me. I'm almost 18..." "Hey, that's cool. You're the same age as Hope and I. We could be like a pack or something."

Pack...My eyes flash with pain.

"Girl group fine. I'll go with that title. Anyway, I like to read. Always have. Especially the Maximum Ride books."

I would definitely have my reasons to like those. I mean, kids with wings? Heck, yes! I couldn't manage to get my hands on them until I started high school. They kept flying off the shelves...No, actually the foster homes didn't have them.

"I have P.T.S.D. and..."

Wally's eyes widen. "Holy cow! Did you go through a war or something?" "Don't want to talk about it. I'm sorry. That sounded so..." "You don't have to. But I...This is the first time I've heard of someone my age with P.T.S.D. I've never even met someone with that before. I know what it stands for only because I had to a school project on war. Each group of kids in my class was assigned a different one. My group did gang warfare."

I flinch. I guess Wally saw it.

"Robyn? You went through a gang war, didn't you?"

I bite my lip as I nod. Don't cry. Don't you dare cry. My eyes well up with tears anyway.

"You look like one of the people I lost. Will. You also have Sam's sense of humor. Looking at you...I'm O.K. But it's like seeing a ghost." "Well, I may live in Central City...But right now, and whenever you need me, I'm here."

Kit smiles. "Same goes for me."

I blink back my tears. "Thanks you guys. I like that. I really do."

I feel comfortable around Wally and Kit. Doesn't mean that I'm showing them my wings though...I don't know. Part of me actually feels like I should. That feeling is rare. I'm surprised that I even have it. However, I really should trust more people, as far as seeing is concerned. So, when Kit asks me if there's anything unique about me, I grin.

"You mean besides my wings?" "Well...I can shift into a fox...Wait. What? You have..."

Is it wrong to get pleasure from seeing Kit and Wally's eyes widen when I show them my wings? I even learn that Wally's Flash. They must trust me too.

All in all, the visit was pretty good. I don't think I'll have nightmares tonight. At least, I hope not.

Dick's P.O.V

I come back from patrol to the sound of screaming in Romany.

"[Kelly! Will! Ben! Sam! Don't leave me! Don't you dare leave me! I don't want you guys to go! Don't leave me alone! Nooo!]"

That last word...It sounded hoarse. Really hoarse. Either way, it's not long before, in civvies, I find her.

"You O.K?" "I think so." Her eyes widen. "Dick, I think that I have..." "Shh. You've definitely got laryngitis."

She nods then, clearly exhausted, falls back asleep. I need to talk to Babs about this.

"Well, yeah. It sounds like she does have laryngitis...Dick, you O.K?" "Honestly? Babs, I'm...terrified. Robyn's voice...It's a link to more than just me. It's a link to my parents. If she were to lose it I..." "I know. She'll be fine though. She's got an amazing resilience, remember? Anyway, she's sleeping now. For both her sake and yours, I hope she doesn't wake up screaming. That would make the laryngitis worse, no matter how resilient she is." "Babs, I don't even want to think of that! Sorry I snapped..." "It's O.K. I'm sure Robyn's probably more scared of that prospect than you are." "Yeah, I know. I can't say I blame her for that." "Why, Mr. Grayson, was that a pun? How extraordinary." "Well, you know me."

Smiling, she shows me her ring.

"Very well, thank you. As I'm sure Alfred would say, I bloody well ought to." "That was a good Alfred impression Babs."

She shrugs her shoulders.

"Call it a gift." "No, I'll call it one of the many reasons I love you." "Stop flirting and go to bed!" "Thanks for bursting the balloon Hope!" "No problem!"

I can't help but laugh. She's right though. It's been a long night. For all of us.