So I could rattle off a long list of excuses about why I haven't updated this fic, but I don't feel like listing them and I doubt you really care about all the little details. So, here is it (finally).

Thank you so much to all who've reviewed so far, and I hope at least one person is still reading this story!

Robin had thought many times before about telling the Titans his identity. The thought would strike him at his most vulnerable moments, when he wasn't analyzing files or training. When his guard was down and his emotions were loose (or at least as loose as they could be). When he was talking about the latest electronics just released in Japan with Cyborg. Playing video games with Beast Boy. Explaining the most ordinary Earthly thing to Starfire and watch the amazement on her face. Sitting on the roof with Raven in comfortable silence.

All of these moments were bursting with friendship and trust, meant to give him the warm fuzzy feeling of being completely and utterly content. But every time he felt a tug of guilt at these people-his best friends-that so easily trusted him with their most precious secrets, and he couldn't even tell them who he was. Each time, the feeling was almost enough to just rip off his mask and blurt out his name. Almost.

But now it wasn't an option, there was no going back this time. He had no other choice.

"My name is," he cleared his throat-"Richard. Richard, or Dick, Grayson. My parents and I were circus acrobats. We were known as the "Flying Graysons"," through his mask he stared straight at the wall ahead-had that chip in the paint always been there? He'd have to fix that-unwilling to make eye contact with any of the team. If he did, he wasn't sure he could continue.

"One performance went...it went wrong. Two criminals sabotaged it-the trapeze wires that my parents were swinging from-it, it snapped. We didn't use a net and they fell to their...they died," he paused again. I will not get emotional right now. Now is not the time to get emotional. Now is the time for facts. He took a deep breathe.

"Batman took me in after that. He trained me. I became Robin," his voice became clearer as he finally looked at the team. Starfire-sweet, emotional Starfire-looked to be on the verge of tears. Beastboy looked particularly distressed-probably thinking about his own parents. Raven sat, a blank but oddly soothing expression on her face. Cyborg just nodded at him. No sympathetic looks, no coddling glances. For that he was grateful.

They knew he had skimmed over facts-who exactly Batman was (which wasn't his business to tell), why Batman had started training him in the first place, why the gangsters had killed his parents in the first place. They knew this was just the skeleton of his past, just the first thin layer. But they didn't say anything.

"I was Robin in Gotham for a few years. Things were good. But then Batman and I started clashing. Little arguments turned into big arguments and suddenly we were fighting over everything. So I left and came to Jump City. Where I formed the Teen Titans," they all had small smiles on their faces as he said this.

"But one day, Batman found a kid stealing tires off of the Batmobile. He-"

"Woah woah woah! Wait a second," Beastboy cut him off, ignoring the glares he got from the other three. "A kid was stealing tires off the Batmobile? Was he crazy?" at this Robin bit back a grin.

"Yeah, actually he was," he admitted, fondness barely detectable in his voice. "But he was an orphan-his mom had overdosed and his dad, well, let's just say he was completely and utterly alone. Not a good thing for a kid on the streets of Gotham,"

"That's the understatement of the century," Cyborg said, raising an eyebrow.

"Exactly. Which is why after a few, ah, mishaps, Jason finally convinced Batman to train him to become Gotham's new Robin. Batman-"

"Wait wait wait! Hold up!" Beast Boy cut him off again, this time the other's glares less "that's-rude-stop-that" and more "I-will-drown-you-in-battery-acid-if-you-don't-shut-up-right-this-second" (well, at least Raven's was).

"So you were okay with the Batman taking in this random kid off the streets and replacing you? Dude! That's just not right!"

"I'll admit, I did feel that way at first," Robin confessed. "But that was until I actually met Jason. And I couldn't help but instantly liking the kid-he was cocky and rude and sarcastic and the complete opposite of me in every way. He needed Robin, and Batman needed him. I couldn't deny him something he needed so desperately," he closed his eyes momentarily, collecting his thoughts.

"Jason coming into the picture changed everything. I began to call ho-Batman more often. Jason came for visits to the tower-always without warning of course," he said, the corners of his lips twisting up slightly. "For a while, everything was good. Great. Until it wasn't," Robin looked back to the almost unnervingly steady gazes of his teammates.

"Batman and Jason were chasing the Joker," Starfire let out a slight squeak while Beast Boy gulped. Raven closed her eyes briefly, as if trying to compose her thoughts. Even Cyborg's expression twisted into a grimace. Huh. Seems the Clown Prince of Crime's fame had spread from the territory of Gotham.

"It was supposed to be routine, just a normal locate-and-chase that ended with them throwing the Joker back in Arkham. And it was, until they got separated," Robin swallowed, his fingers clenching tight around his wrist. He stared at a spot right above Raven's hood with alarming intent. "The Joker found Jason. Tied him up. In a warehouse. Beat him. Crowbar-with a crowbar," his throat seemed to be closing in on itself, his words coming out in clipped phrases that were awkwardly strung together. "Batman was able to locate him, but-" he took a shaky breath here because I will not dissolve into an emotional wreck in front of the team, dammit! "-but he, he was too late. The Joker had rigged explosives-the warehouse exploded literally in the second Batman got there. Jason didn't make it. Alive. Obviously,"

"But," and this time Beast Boy's voice was quieter, not the loud declarations from before and somehow that made the familiar ache in Robin's chest that he had ignored for so long hurt even worse-" but if he died, then how is he asleep in the med bay right now?"

Robin looked at his team-Starfire with tears streaming down her face and her lower lip wobbling (she had always been too empathetic for her own good), Cyborg with a disturbed expression on his face (possibly regretting even asking about the whole thing), Beast Boy with a confused and just generally upset look in his eyes (and he needed to stop that right now because he should be cracking lame jokes and getting whacked on the head by Raven, and him not doing those things made this whole thing feel all the more real), and Raven, hood still up and a strange expression in her eyes. Not exactly sad or sympathetic, but somewhat comforting and understanding; as if she knew more about this whole situation than anyone (and she probably did-she always did).

Robin glanced at the clock on the wall. Forty-seven minutes.

"I'll tell you when I find out," he said, turning and walking away without looking back, his path headed straight towards the room containing his not-so-dead-little-brother.

So I don't feel like this chapter was on the same standards as the previous ones. It just felt awkward and kind of forced, at least to me. I'd love to hear your opinion on it though, good or bad or whatever!

So please please review! (and I'll try and update sooner next time, okay?)