I still don't own the Teen Titans seeing as I'm far too young to even be thinking about forking over enough cash to buy the rights, much less being old enough to have invented our oh-so-awesome, oh-so-loved superhero team. So I don't really know if they would actually act the way I'm making them act.

"You've got a lot of explaining to do..."

"Yeah. I really do, don't I?" Robin said, more openly nervous than how any of his teammates had ever seen him. "Why don't explain... uh... tomorrow?"

He tried to escape but his team wouldn't let him. They dragged him to the living room and sat him on the couch.

Then Cyborg, Raven, and Beast Boy stared at Robin, who seemed almost terrified by then (but he couldn't be, they all thought).

"I-I guess I should start telling you about myself, shouldn't I?" their leader asked, stuttering a bit.

They nodded.

"Well then the first thing you should know is that I was born and raised in a circus," he started.

Cyborg and Beast Boy stared openly and open-mouthed.

"M-my parents were the acrobats and trapeze artists," Robin continued sadly, looking down at the ground. "And, w-well, when we were old enough and had enough experience, my brother and I joined the act. We were world-famous because we were the only four people on Earth who could land a perfect quadruple front-flip."

Beast Boy gasped in recognition but he didn't interrupt (mostly because he didn't want to jump to a conclusion like that).

Robin either ignored him or he didn't notice.

"My dad could land a quintuple front-flip but the press didn't know that," he said, smiling slightly. "And even though I was the youngest and could still do the flips and tricks and stuff on the trapeze too, I got the least attention. Until one night..."

He frowned.

"We were in Gotham and all the rich and influential people in the city were there. I wasn't feeling too good so my mom told me to sit out that show. And that night I overheard a conversation," he paused there, willing himself not to cry.

"They said they'd sabotaged the trapeze," he managed to choke out.

"Dude..." Beast Boy whispered to himself. Then he got up and gave Robin a hug.

Starfire soon joined him.

Raven and Cyborg sat in their chairs, shocked and crying silently for their friend's family.

"The Flying Graysons," Cyborg whispered reaching that horrible realization.

Robin- Richard Grayson- nodded.

"We went to see you once," Beast Boy told Robin after things had calmed down a bit. "Me and my parents, I mean."

"Really?" Robin asked.

"Yeah. In Africa."

"We only did two shows in Africa. In Egypt and in Kenya."

"We went all the way to Kenya from Uganda, I think, where we were camping. I remember 'cuz my dad pointed at you all the way up in the trapeze and he told me very seriously that if I ever even tried doing any of that, he'd kill me."

Robin laughed.

"Well I can't really say that my father told me the same," he said.

"Obviously," Raven said.

"Now hold everything," Cyborg said suddenly. "You went to live with Bruce Wayne, right."

"Yeah..." Robin said, somewhat apprehensively.

There was a bit of a pause.

"THAT IS SO AWESOME!" Cyborg and Beast Boy yelled at the same time.

"Who?" Starfire asked.

Raven, also not being raised on Earth, looked curious as well.

Cy and BB wasted no time in telling the girls everything they knew about THE Bruce Wayne.

When they were finished, Robin said, "He's the 6th richest man in the world, not the 3rd and it's not true that you can't take a picture of the manor from outside of the gates. There's a gap in the security but he'd kill me if I show anyone. Otherwise, that's Bruce. Though he can be really moody at times..."

There was some awkward silence as nobody quite knew what to say.

"And where does the man-of-bats come into this?" Starfire asked.

Robin groaned.

"He may kill me for telling you this, too but uh... seeing as we'll be staying at the manor..."He said, nervous again (and Cyborg and Beast Boy squealed happily). "Well um... Bruce is Batman."

BB and Cyborg nearly fainted.

Only a few changes here. I erased all the stuff that made Robin sound like Quirrell.

(It took me a while to dig up my old, beat-up, held-together-by-tape copy of the first Harry Potter book to look up the proper spelling of the dude's name so you peoples had better be happy Robin can hardly be compared to that simpleton anymore!)