Hope seems nice enough but I still feel somewhat...hesitant as I introduce myself.

"Well, it's nice to meet you Robin. Though it seems as if my Dad likes you better than I do. No offense." "None taken. I think." "Is it O.K if I talk with my Dad, in private, for a while?" "Yes. I...was thinking about getting some rest. I'm exhausted."

I lie down on the couch. I guess I was more tired than I thought because, almost...instantly, I fall asleep.

Hope's P.O.V

"So you know almost nothing about her?" "Yes, I originally called her Tabby, short for Tabula Rasa, because she hardly remembers anything, but what she does know...Hope, she knew my Dad. She has a memory of my Dad. It was brief but...I feel like, in a way, she might be family. She even knows Romany."

Whoa.

"I don't know what to say about that but, if she is family, I'm happy for you." "Thanks. I...wish I knew more about her. The things she could know...Do you get what this means?" "Culture shock? Sorry." "No, it's fine. I don't feel ready to let the guys know. Babs knows a little bit about Robin but, for now, can we keep her a secret?" "Sure, what's another secret in this family going to hurt? Not saying I keep any but you get my point." "Yeah, I do. Thanks Hope." "Not a problem. My math homework, on the other hand, I don't think I like that being kept a secret. I don't like it period. But I'll be fine. You should probably go check on Robin."

I head to my room, unsure what to make about Robin, but not having a clue what to say. The look in Dad's eyes when he asked if I got what having her here meant...

I know what it was and I still, kind of, put my foot in my mouth. There was hope in his eyes. So much hope.

Dick's P.O.V

Could Robin be family? If she is half Gypsy then what's her other half? How does she have a memory of my Dad? What happened to her?

I...could have family in Robin. Not that I don't have one already. But...I don't know what to make of the possibility that she could be family. I mean, God, she speaks the language!

The language of my parents.

Makes me wish I knew more about my family tree. The things she could tell me...About my parents...Snap out of it!

Yeah, like that's going to happen.

I look at her, unsure what to make of the feelings I find myself having. Well, a little bit unsure anyway.

Concern, happiness, curiosity, uncertainty, and hope. Definitely hope.

Though it's not long before I hear Robin scream again. The sheer terror behind that scream, the fact that it's in Romany...It's not long before I find her. Short run anyway.

She's sitting bolt upright, drenched in a cold sweat, shaking like a leaf, with her eyes full of fear and tears. She looks at me.

"Do you want to talk about it?" "I wish I could but, given the fact that I don't remember anything, that's easier said than done...Wait. I do remember something. A field of red. Nothing but red. I'm scared."

It had to be blood. What did she go through and at whose hands? I hug her.

"Is that better?" "Just don't let go. Not yet. Please."

She's still shaking, but she eventually stops.

"I'm not sure I want to remember Dick. I...think I'm afraid to. And I don't want to be. I don't want to wake up screaming. Not knowing why but unable to do anything about it. Not knowing why I'm afraid of the memories that I can only assume are there. Not knowing who I am or if I even want to. There's just so many things I don't know and...it feels like so much to deal with. I can only say that and I don't know why."

Tears start flowing down her face.

"I don't even know why I'm crying but I don't think I can stop."

I hand her a box of tissues.

"Nobody said you had to hold it all in."

She wipes her eyes.

"Don't think I could anyway. Thank you." "Well, I don't know if you know this, but that's not a problem." "I think I did know that actually." She smiles. "Thanks to you."

Later, after dinner, she falls asleep again. Wish I could use this opportunity to find out more about her but I don't know where to start. Babs smiles.

"I can multitask. I'll find out what I can..." "Family records are sealed. I'm sorry. That came out of me sounding just so..." "It's O.K Dick. I've got a code to follow. Now, go ahead. The night air will do you some good."

I am ready to go on patrol but, for the first time, I find myself feeling reluctant to leave. What's more the reason is one that I never could have expected. One that, to be honest, I never thought I'd have.

Worry for a Robin. My Robin.