La Mort de Robin

By: RavenHeart101

Fan: supporter, enthusiast, partisan, booster, addict. Fiction: A literary work whose content is produced by the imagination and is not necessarily based on fact. Put it together and what do you get? Me not owning anything.

Summary: Everyone has a breaking point. Robin's hit his. Therefore, Robin takes a break. He stops being Robin and becomes Richard Grayson once more, moving back to Gotham with Bruce Wayne. What he doesn't expect is to be followed (unknowingly) by one Shane Tyler and his mother. The two are world renown fugitives. Thieves. One of which goes by the name Red X on his own free time. But, while this might be a problem, a bigger and more dangerous problem is soon to emerge when the Titans show their faces in Gotham, mid-chase with a group of villains. They need Robin again. But will Richard done the cape and mask again?

Warnings for this chapter: I might mess up the characters. Just saying.

A:N- Written because she spent all night watching Robin. -_-

JennySam: Aww, yay I made you smile! –parties-

I-Love-Trunks1: Haha. I'm happy you love it and can't wait for more. Well… here's more!

freakyprincess-87: I'm happy you liked that Richard was locked out of the house. Yes, we are at Wayne Manor and the party's just startin'. Haha, well you'll have to read on to know if it's Red. –winks- I'm glad you like my song choice. It's reminded me of Red and Robin since I first heard it, and it doesn't help that in the music video the two main characters are thieves. But, honestly, thank you!

Peeta's Lover: If you find a song feel free to send it to me! I'd love it! Robin's around sixteen, which would make Barbara sixteen, yeah (I don't really know age differences since I'm kind of new to the fandom)? Tim's around thirteen. Hahaha, you always seem to point out things that I hadn't even realized I wrote! I love it. Like the whole "hiding his pain" thing. I really had no idea that that was what I wrote, but, after you point it out and I go back to read it I realize that it's actually true. And that makes me really happy. To the whole seducing Bruce thing… I don't really want to say anything because I might ruin something I don't mean to ruin… so… sorry that I can't really answer it! I'll just say that you're close to being right! Oh, I have plenty of ideas that have to do with how Robin's going to figure him out. And I know how Red's going to figure HIM out. I'll try to describe him to your satisfaction. Thank you!

ShadowWolfDagger: Let the drama begin! I think you should mix the Jaws and Jeopardy themes together and sing them at the same time. ;) But, yeah, I had originally written in Jason and then I got confused with the whole timeline between him and Richard and Tim and decided not to give myself that headache so I wrote him out. Which doesn't really make me happy. At all. But… oh well. –shrugs- Thank you!


"Dick this is Mister Shane Tyler. Mister Tyler, this is my son, Dick." Well this was certainly awkward. Shane jumped at his name, moving his eyes away from Richard Grayson (who was even prettier than the magazines made him look) and over to billionaire Bruce Wayne. Who was looking at both of them as though if they didn't make a move to shake hands or something that he'd beat them up or something. For some reason that scared Shane more than he would like to admit.

"Hi." Shane threw his hand out for a semi-awkward handshake and was flying high once Richard reluctantly shook it. The Grayson's hand was smaller than his, and warmer than his. There was a certain kind of callus that stood out on Richard's palm, the kind of calluses Freida had from gymnastics. His nails had a small amount of… well something underneath them. And yet there was something about them that was intimidating. There was something about the small family that Bruce Wayne had made that was intimidating. Not that Shane, or Red for that matter, would be able to place it.

"Hi." Richard was confused. And, well, more than a little aggravated. Bruce had to have forgotten to mention to him that they were having company over. He used to always do this sort of thing. He would get so caught up in being Batman that even he would forget about his appointments. Which would have been humorous, if Richard didn't have to deal with the guests questioning stares whenever Bruce would show up late. And he usually had to make up excuses for Bruce too. Talk about annoying.

Then there was this "Mister Shane Tyler" character. There was just something about him that was causing Richard to believe that he was lying about his identity. It also didn't quell his ever growing aggravation that this "Mister Shane Tyler" had to have this smirk when he looked at him… which he hadn't stopped doing since Richard had escorted them into the Manor. This "Mister Shane Tyler" had light brown hair that was a shaggy mess and desperately needed to see some kind of hairstylist. His eyes were a different shade of brown. Dark chocolate. His two front teeth had a small gap between them. His clothes were elegant, but the way he was wearing them was as though they were uncomfortable. His skin was tan. Tanner than Richard could pretty much ever hope to be.

But his smile. There was something about that damn smile was irked him to no end. It was as though this "Mister Shane Tyler" was smiling at him because he knew how much it was pissing him off.

His voice caused the biggest spark of remembrance, and Richard just couldn't place where he had heard it before. "Where're you from?" Bruce had sent the two of them out of the house, Richard's new job being to show around their new guest. It was kind of annoying. But Bruce always did this. Tim was supposed to be with them, but Alfred had needed help and Tim had jumped to it about one millisecond before Richard had.

"We move around a lot." Mister Shane Tyler was deflecting his question. Richard clenched his fists tighter. He must have glanced over at Richard and noticed how much the answer bothered him because he quickly flew to fill in the blanks. "First we lived in Boston and then we stayed here for some bit and then we went to San Fran and-"

Shane was almost proud of himself when a small smile pulled itself across Richard's face, reluctantly… but it was a smile at least. Shane almost wished the Grayson hadn't given in so fast, the challenge it was to get it, the thrill that came with the persuasion of it was so intoxicating. The only person who had needed this much work to get a smile out of was Robin. And that was bad enough, even if it was slightly entertaining. But that small smile… it did something to his heart. Pulled at it more than he liked. "I mean where did you last live?" The annoyance was still in Richard's voice though.

"Oh." Shane shook his head to clear it from the fog. "We lived in Jump. Jump-"

"City." It seemed as though his voice had gained wistfulness and lost it all at the same time. "I stayed there for a bit." And then it occurred to Richard that maybe that was why everything about this Mister Shane Tyler seemed familiar.

"Weird." And Shane actually found it confusing. "I never once saw you. And I know every person who stayed in Jump."

Richard couldn't help but find that slightly funny. "No one can know everyone, Mister Tyler." They elapsed into a silence that was a bit comfortable and a bit tense and all around just had some small amount of familiarity. The way Richard called him Mister Tyler didn't make him happy. Not at all.

"Shane." He blurted out in the silence. He was trying to catch Richard off guard. He felt a tug of annoyance when it didn't seem to work.

"No one can know everything Shane." Richard turned to face him, his stunningly blue eyes surveying him for a bit. "Who knows, Shane. Maybe you actually did know me." Something in those blue eyes gave Shane the feeling that Richard was telling the truth. But Shane was pretty sure that he had never seen Richard Grayson once in his life. Other than in the tabloids that is. And he sure as hell didn't seem as much of an enigma that the papers made him out to be. He seemed worse. They stood there for a bit, staring at one another, waiting for someone to make a move.

Richard broke the eye contact first, a smile that he usually saved for reporters spread across his face. He flicked a piece of black hair out of his blue eyes with an ease that he could tell was pissing off Mister Sha-Shane. Good. That wasn't really what he was aiming for, but it was satisfactory anyway. "Let's go." He watched Shane pulled himself out of whatever reverie he was in as he stared at his face to look him fully in his eyes. "I'll show you your room."

"Wait." And Richard did wait, an eyebrow being raised in the same sort of ease that was filling Shane with déjà vu. "What's in there?" He pointed at the addition to the house that had a large garage door opening. Shane knew what must be in there. Cars. Lots of cars. But the real question was: what cars? In all honesty Shane really wanted to just stop himself from going back into the Wayne Manor. And having to see his mother at work. It wasn't something he enjoyed seeing.

"Cars, motorcycles… the whatnot." Richard shrugged, but there was a new light in his eyes. A light that made Shane mysteriously happy. Richard liked cars. In fact it seemed as though he loved cars. Shane liked cars. Plus one for Shane.

"What kinds?" Shane questioned easily as the two of them made their way over to the garage.

"Fully restored classics. Two Black Knights, '67 Chevy Impala, two Harley's, and the Lamborghini… things like that." Shane was truly in love with the cars and cycles. He ran a finger over the first cycle he saw.

"No way do you have two Black Knights. There were only one hundred for sale!" His hair fell into his eyes as he leaned over to observe them.

"Well I don't have them. Bruce does." Richard chuckled lightly as he seated himself on the Harley behind him. "But there were one hundred and one created, not one hundred."

"You help fix these?"

"Yeah."

"By yourself?"

"Jason used to help." He scratched the back of his head. "But he left a while back. Bruce would help… but he's kind of busy."

"I can help you." It wasn't that Shane really wanted to help him to work with him. Mainly he just wanted to help him so that he could maybe ride one of the bikes some day. But the prospect of being able to spend time with the enigma that was Richard Grayson was too much of a want for him to be able to pass up.

"I guess." And Richard had tilted his head a certain way and his blue eyes were sparkling under his black hair and Shane couldn't help but laugh because he had this distinct feeling that he was being teased. "If you're up for it."

"Oh I'm up for it."


Hey look, it's kind of a fast update! YAY SUMMER VACATION! –parties- And yay having a Robin marathon last night! Totally lead to be coming up with plot ideas for this story. So maybe there will be faster updates. They met. Be happy. And review to tell just how happy you are.