Re-post. I don't know what happened with the first attempt. Thank you shadowswithouthope, for pointing out so quickly to me something was wrong. Enjoy the chapter. See you at the next update.

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Bruce's POV

I ensure to keep Dick behind me as we enter the lounge to meet this mysterious late night visitor. There is a young man sitting on the couch with Alfred. I've never seen him before. I begin analyzing the potential threat he could pose and calculate the most efficient way to take him down in each situation. Until I feel Dick shove past me screeching out, "Jonny!"

My instant response is to stop him from dashing out into an unknown situation. Before I realize the significance of what he said .7 seconds later. The young man certainly bears a remarkable resemblance to Dick and even more so to his uncle Rick.

Dick pounces extatically on the young man. Who reciprocates, albeit with slightly less exuberance. Dick starts using Jonny as a jungle gym, climbing him and talking in such rapid-fire Romani that I can't translate it. Jonny laughs and replies as he gets his hands on the young teen and manages to hold him still. The two embrace enthusiastically. The smile on Dick's face is one of the brightest I've ever seen.

I manage to translate a few sentences when he starts repeating them. "Tu se akathe!" (You're here) and "Tu avel!" (You came)

"Hai Squirt." (yes Squirt) Jonny replies. "Em mothol Em avel. Tu nikako pat'amos Em?" (I said I'd come. You doubted me?)

Jonny seems rather upset as he asks. Dick looks ashamed. "It's been over a week Jonny." The two sat down on the couch. "Where have you been?" Dick demands. At least he was being a tiny bit suspicious.

I take a seat in one of the chairs; Alfred is seated in the other. "I guess you have a lot of questions." Both their attitudes took a cool down. "I meant to be here sooner. The gang and the people we were working for are not happy about my betrayal. Because I saved you; most of them now want to kill me. I spent days evading and escaping them. I only came here now because I got them off my trail." I was suspicious of the validity of that.

Dick nodded, "Okay. That makes sense. But um…"

"The last five years? Yeah, I know I've got a lot to explain." Jonny says.

I agree. I'd like to hear his excuse for abandoning Dick for a life of crime. I'll gladly let him rot in jail if he doesn't answer correctly. Apparently though, Dick doesn't care. "No. The fall." He says. "How did you survive that fall. Everyone thought you died."

Jonny looks curiously at his little cousin. "I didn't fall."

"I watched you fall! You fell with our parents." Dick insists.

"No." Jonny reciprocates. "I was at the swinging from my dad's hands in the routine. We felt the change in the ropes as they started to snap and all looked up at them. When he realized what was happening, my dad tossed me towards the other platform. I was trying to keep my grip on that as they fell. I remember the screams, especially yours Squirt. I remember looking down at their broken bodies, all the blood, and you kneeling there in the middle of it. You were screaming and calling for them as Pop Haly tried to get you away from their bodies." Dick wraps his arms tightly around Jonny's middle. Reminiscing about that night is hard on the both of them. "I climbed down to get to you too. I just couldn't get myself near them and you wouldn't get away from them. The smell of the blood, their mangled limbs; I couldn't do it I ran out of the tent. There were so many people outside. And when they saw me, they were all over me. It was too much; I ran and climbed a tree away from the commotion. I waited for someone to come get me. No one ever did.

"I remember waking up sometime the next day, still in that tree. But everyone was gone. I went searching for Pop or somebody in what was left of the circus there. Even you were gone, I didn't know where you were. I got a change of clothes and went searching in Gotham for you. I skimmed over articles in the newspapers about the fall. I never dared read them through; I didn't want to know the gruesome details. The papers said some things about the two survivors but nothing about where you were staying. Something about it being for your own protection. You were a material witness against the man who murdered our parents. I hadn't even known it was murder.

"I couldn't find you, but it only took a few days for someone to find me. He was a member of Tony Zucco's gang. He took me to Zucco. They tried to kill me. I escaped, obviously, but they kept hunting me. I got out of Gotham. I was in Metropolis a month later when I heard that Tony Zucco had been caught and taken to prison. I was terrified of coming back to Gotham. I would've but at about that same time it was made public that you'd been adopted by some rich-y-rich in Gotham. You seemed alright even happy. I didn't know what to do. And I was living with Dallin and Ashley, No name and Nyx. I had already helped them a few times in thieving. So, I stayed with them. I don't really have a good excuse for staying away. It just happened."

I want to punch him, he had no excuse. I stand and glare at him. He shrinks back in fear. "Bruce!" Dick protests. "Stop!"

Alfred does as well. "Master Bruce sit down."

I don't though. "And you joined their gang, becoming a career criminal. And you abandoned Dick."

Said 14-year-old stands and pushes against me. "Bruce! Stop it." He glares at me, he's got the bat-glare down. I relent and return to my seat.

"I never meant to become a criminal but we had to steal to survive. We adopted our alter egos. We got caught up with the rest of the gang years later. By then we were too far gone." Jonny says. "I know you can't forgive me for what I've done. And I should go to jail for it."

"Jonny!" Dick exclaims.

"…it's what I deserve Dick. And if it means I don't have to lose the only family I have left, again, then I'm willing."

He surprises me. I should take him to the police. Dick can see me considering it. He looks scared and desperate. I hate him looking at me like that. I can't take away his cousin, he'd never forgive me. Oh well. What's one more secret?

"We have plenty of room. You're welcome to stay here." I say.

Dick looks pleasantly surprised as he hugs me ad them Jonny. Jonny looks surprised as well. Both boys thank me; Dick does so repeatedly. Even Alfred looks happy about it.

"We all have secrets." I say. "If you keep ours. We'll keep yours."

He nods gratefully and thanks me again. Dick runs towards the stairs, offering Jonny to stay with him in his room. "There are plenty of empty rooms Dick. You are allowed to stay in one if you want, John."

"It's Jonny, please. John was my uncle. Like My dad was Rick and Dick is Dick. We shared names but we differentiated." It's then I realize he doesn't know about his father. But I decide we'll deal with that tomorrow.

"Okay, and Jonny if you abandon him again, I will show you why criminals in Gotham fear the Batman." I threaten. I'll allow him to stay here but I'm going to be keeping a close eye on him.

He shakes his head. "I won't." He swears seriously.

I let him chase after Dick. The two end up in Dicks bed. Dick tells Jonny stories of being Robin and the team. Jonny seems fine with letting Dick do all the talking until they fall asleep. Dick makes a bunch of plans for the following day. He's going to show Jonny all his favorite spots in Gotham.

I go back down to the cave to analyze some of Jonny's hair I got off him. The results come back as a 99.99% match for the Y-chromosome to Dick. He is who he says he is. I breathe a sigh of relief. It had been a concern in my mind.

I get in the bat-mobile and go to chase down Killer Crock.

Jonny's POV

I wake up the next morning in the most comfortable bed I've ever been in, with my 14-year-old cousin's wild hair tickling my nose. I push it away. He's still asleep, peacefully laying half on top of me. It's amazing to be back with him, I almost stopped believing I'd ever see him again. He'd never looked for me. Now I know he'd thought I was dead. I pull him a little closer with the arm I have wrapped around him. I'd missed him.

I find myself reflecting on what happened to us. Starting that night our parents died. I'd been 14. I had been in so much pain that night. I'm starting to see how much harder it must have been on him. He was 14 now and he's lived through that pain since he was 9. I feel remorse deep inside my heart for leaving him to deal with that alone. He'd known all along it wasn't an accident. He'd seen Zucco. He felt guilty for what happened, thinks he could've done something. He'd told me so last night. I don't blame him though.

There were many things in my life I regret. I'd made so many mistakes. I didn't understand how he could forgive me. Nor how, or why, Mr. Wayne had. He had no loyalty of or connection to me outside of Dick. He'd done it just for Dick's sake? Let me get away with my crimes and invited me to stay in his mansion. Though I suspect the latter is to keep an eye on me.

I still had unfinished business with the gang. Most of them were hunting me down. The gang had been spilt by my betrayal. Albino, Eyebrows, Baldy, and Snake are in prison, wanting me dead. Diablo, Lion and Temptress are still at large and wanting to kill me for my betrayal. Dallin and Ashley were probably worried about me, they'd split form the group. Dally and Ash had become my new family similar to the way Mr. Wayne and Alfred had become Dick's. It left me with mixed feelings. I had loyalties to both parties. I couldn't leave them anymore than Dick could leave his family.

Looking at the kid though, I knew he was my first priority, no matter what. He seems so innocent, sleeping so soundly. I'd seen and heard lots about Robin on the news. He was pictured as being so mature. Really though, he was so young. He was hurt and lonely. From now on he matters more than anyone else.

About a half an hour later he opens his blue eyes; the eyes of my Bibi Mary, his mom. "Good morning, Squirt." I greet. "You know you talk in your sleep? Mostly gibberish, but sometimes random little words come through. I don't know what whelmed means, but you said it a lot."

He laughs. "Well at least I don't snore. You're louder than a train."

"A train. You little rat, I do not snore." I poke him in the side.

He jumps and complains. We end up in a wrestling match. It's actually quite violent as he's had years of training and I've had years on the streets. We trash his bed. Until we nock a picture of him and Bruce off his nightstand. We stop.

He gets down on the floor to pick up the picture and make sure the frame didn't break. I roll over onto my stomach on the bed, tangled up in the sheets.

"I missed you, Squirt."

"I missed you too. I'd thought Zucco had killed you." His eyes are slightly misty behind his smile.

I shake my head. "How could it happen. Some guy tries to kill our family and succeeded."

"Zucco didn't do a very good job though. He meant to kill all of us. He only got half." He says.

I think about that because 2 isn't half of 6. Then it hits me. "You thought I was dead. But when we first reunited you said there were two people alive who knew how to do the Grayson quadruple flip." He nodded. "Somebody else survived?"

"Yeah." He replied.

My mind ran with the idea at lightspeed. Why wasn't he living with them? It couldn't have been one of his parents, the media called him an orphan. That means…"One of my parents?" I whisper it.

"You're dad." Dick confirms.

I hardly dare to believe it. "He's alive?" It's too good to be true. How can I be that lucky?

He nods. "He was only paralyzed because of the fall. He fell into a coma for a while. Now he lives in an assisted living home for handicaps." I cry happy tears. "You didn't know?"

I shake my head. My dad's alive. My dad's alive! I'm sobbing like a baby and don't even care. This is better news than I ever hoped for.

"We'll go see him today. He'll be so happy to see you." Dick promised and hugged me. "We've all lost enough family to last multiple lifetimes. (Oh, Dickie-Bird just you wait. You ain't seen nothing yet.) We're going to keep our family, what's left of it, together."

A knock comes on the door. Alfred opens it to invite us to breakfast. "Is everything alright in here?" The old butler asks when he takes in the scene before him.

Dick smiles at his pseudo grandfather. He wipes the few stray tears from his cheeks. "Jonny didn't know Kako Rick was still alive."

"Ah. I see. Well we shall visit him first thing after breakfast. Get dressed. Your food is waiting. Don't let it get cold."

We were very wonderfully rewarded for our effort to hurry with… "Honey cakes!". An old favorite of ours. Also, a fried meat and veggie medley. I hadn't eaten any Romani cuisine in years. This was the greatest breakfast ever! The two of us dug in, very enthusiastically. Bruce, sitting at the end of the table, ate at a much slower rate. I found my thoughts wandering to my dad. He's alive! I was going to see him today! I could hardly wait for however long it would take to get there.

"I talked to Commissioner Gordon this morning." Bruce interrupts my thoughts. "To get you declared alive. He knew you survived that night. Apparently, you've been an unsolvable missing persons case."

"How did he know?" Dick put down his forkful of sausage and pepper.

"Anyone who actually read the articles knew. There were witnesses who saw you not fall and run away. The police looked for you all night but couldn't find you. You're a cold case at GCPD. Jim was very happy to hear we had you. He wants us to come down so they can go through all the legal channels: test you DNA to confirm your identity, ask you questions, etc. So, I'm taking you into town for that after breakfast."

"Can we go see Kako Rick, first?" Dick input.

There is nothing I want more. "After. The commissioner is waiting for us." Bruce denies.

I'm disappointed. But, after everything Bruce has done for me in the past eight hours I've been here, I won't argue. "But Kako Rick doesn't even know Jonny's alive. Shouldn't he know first? They haven't seen each other in five years."

Dick gives Bruce the puppy dog face and Bruce's will crumbles. It seems even the big bat Batman isn't immune to those big blues. He consents. Then leaves, grumbling something about calling the commissioner to tell him that we will be later than planned.

Dick's victorious little smile is devious. He knows what he's done. "You little imp." I accuse. He smirks. "You are the best, Squirt. Thank you."

"This is going to be the best family reunion ever." He says.