Dick leapt to attention, batons drawn in seconds as he spun around to face the sound, flinching as Deathstroke emerged from the shadows.

"I thought he'd never leave."

Dick remained tense, even when Deathstroke made no further move towards him.

"You've been a very naughty boy Dick."

As Deathstroke moved a little bit closer, Dick took several steps back. "H-how did you find me?!" he stammered, trying to remain strong, remain brave.

"Oh, it was easy…" Deathstroke hissed, "… I just listened out for the sound of complete and utter betrayal and followed that."

"You kidnapped me! How did I betray you?!"

"You- "

As Deathstroke dived forwards, hand outstretched, clearly intending to grab Dick's arm, Dick back-flipped away.

"No!" the young man hissed as he landed back on his feet, "You don't get to do this to me, not again! I'm finally happy… and I think I've even met someone!"

"The Flash's sidekick…. You are so out of his league Dick, your bar is set too low."

"No! I like him and… I think he likes me. Not that it's any of your business!"

He could practically sense Deathstroke smirking behind the mask, "Likes you…. You really believe that? This is why you never should have left, you've invented a romance for yourself…. Such naivety."

Dick took another step back at the sheer venom in the other man's voice. "I-I'm still not coming back with you." He stammered, "Never!"

"No?" Deathstroke chuckled, "Oh, I see how it is… you believe you know best now. A few hours of freedom and you think you're the new Batman… is that what you want Dick? To be Batman?"

"… No."

"No?"

"No." Dick glared at him, "I just want to be free of you."

There was a tense silence, before a low menacing chuckle echoed throughout the warehouse. "So naïve… Well then, if he's so perfect, then put him to the test…. As soon as he gets fed up of you, he'll replace you, just like Bruce did."

He threw something to the ground and before Dick could stop him, he disappeared in a cloud of smoke.

"Dick…. Did the fire go wrong or something?"

Silence

"Hey…" Wally placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, "… Is everything okay?"

"Yeah… everything's fine."

Wally clearly didn't believe him but shook it off. "Right… so magical tears. Is there any chance I'm going to get like, super strength in my hand, because I'm not going to lie… that would be awesome!"

Silence.

"Are… are you sure you're alright?"

"Yeah… sorry, I was just lost in thought."

Once again, Wally shook it off and continued with his previous line of thought. "Because super strength would be really useful with some of the people I've come up against… ever heard of Gorilla Grodd?"

…..

Wally groaned under his breath, curling up tighter in his sleep…. He's stayed up way too late with Dick last night… and now there was something sharp against his neck.

Robin.

Oh God… please no.

"Please let this be a dream…" Wally mumbled, curling up a little more to try and protect his vulnerable neck.

"Get. Up."

Wally shot into a seated position, scrambling backwards as Robin continued to stalk towards him, "Oh God, please no!"

"Where have you been?" Robin growled, "You have stolen something precious to my Father, and I require it."

"I didn't steal it!"

"So, why run?!"

"Because of me!"

Robin turned to the side, frowning as Dick slowly made his way over to them, the older teen scanning him from head to toe.

"So… this is the new Robin uniform?" Dick asked, nerves in his voice, "Lot more… pants in this one… and dangerous weapons."

Robin was silent, sword slowly lowered. "… Richard." He finally muttered, "You're Richard Grayson… the child that Father first took in."

"Yeah!" Dick exclaimed, "We're practically brothers! You can call me Dick though, everyone else does."

Robin stared at him for a few moments, before sheathing his sword and bowing. "You may call me Damian Wayne, Bruce Wayne's biological child."

A concerned look on his face, Dick glanced over to Wally. "Bruce…. Bred?"

"With Talia Al Ghul… daughter of the head of that Assassin group?"

"Oh… God."

Damian didn't seem too offended, probably having heard this all before. "So, shall I assume that the speedster intends to deliver you back to my Father."

"That's the plan."

"Hmmm…. Must not be as fast as he claims."

Seconds before Wally could start ranting at the child, Dick held out his hands. "Woah, woah, woah… no fighting on my birthday, okay? It's like… a rule."

Damian clearly didn't believe him, but nodded anyway, glaring at Wally silently.

As the two silently battled it out for dominance, Dick rolled his eyes and walked away from them, realising that they were almost in the central of Gotham.

"Come on…" he ordered the pair, as they made their way to the rooftops, "… We need to get back to the mansion tonight. On the way, you can tell me more about my other brothers."

"TchT…. They're not important."

"They are to me."

Damian wasn't happy, but sighed wearily and allowed Wally to babble about the other Robins, piping up with his own comment now and then.

And so, Dick learnt about Jason Todd, the kid who had the balls to try and rob the wheels off of the Batmobile (and managed to get three of them) before he was then adopted by Bruce… killed by the Joker… and then brought back, taking on the vigilante role of Red Hood.

And then there was Tim Drake, the curious kid who took photos of Batman and both Robins' before him, who then 'applied' for the role of Robin after Jason's death with the statement that 'Batman needed a Robin.'

"Wow…" Dick muttered, "…. Bruce sure was busy."

"And we not even talking about all the other Bat-children he has…" Wally chuckled, "… works alone my ass!"

As Dick chuckled, he nimbly hopped over to the next building, closely followed by Damian…. It took Wally a little bit longer.

"Alright, alright…" he grumbled as Dick cackled and Damian sneered, "… some of us weren't trained on rooftops, okay. Can't we go and change? Walk through the streets like normal people?"

"Illogical. We- "

"- think that's a good idea." Dick quickly interrupted, "It'll draw less attention to us."

"But- "

"- Come on Damian."

Growling, Damian glared at a smug-looking Wally, hand edging towards his sword, before he decided it would be easier to follow.

He can always kill the speedster later.

….

Needless to say, it wasn't really any easier to walk through the streets after the other two changed.

Damian Wayne just walking through the streets was a big deal, especially as he apparently hadn't been in Gotham long. Dick was also quite popular, however, for a completely different reason.

The women loved him.

Watching, Wally couldn't help but frown a little at all the attention Dick was getting… although it instantly faded away when Dick glanced around, eyes landing on his followed by a sheepish smile and an eager wave.

"Don't even think about it."

Rolling his eyes, Wally turned to Damian and raised an eyebrow at him, "Don't think about what?"

"Forming a romantic attachment to Richard is not wise… he is… out of your league."

"I-I- "

"- Love him. I know…. Don't."

Wally knew he was flushing as Damian stormed off, watching as Dick raced back over to him, a flush on his own cheeks.

"What's the matter?" Wally chuckled, "Not used to the attention?"

"The last time I got female attention, I was eight…" Dick muttered, "… I don't remember them being like that."

"Get used to it Dickie, you're the son of Bruce Wayne…. You'll be beating them off with those batons!"

Dick just shrugged, heading further down the streets. "I forgot what Gotham was like…" he muttered, clearly changing the subject, "… then again, everything looks different during the day. I only used to come this far out with you know who, at night."

Before either Damian or Wally could say anything in response, Dick suddenly spotted something and darting off.

"Oooh, that's new!"

From then on, for a large part of the rest of the afternoon, Damian and Wally were dragged around the streets of Gotham, with Wally buying Dick a 'joke' Robin mask and the three of them eating way too many cupcakes.

And then there were the street performers.

"Come on! Come on!" Dick tugged on Wally's wrist, his feet tapping eagerly along to the music.

"No way dude! I have two left feet, I can't- "

Wally stopped as Dick wrapped his arms around him (with Damian trying to protest), and started to twirl him around, ignoring how people sneered at them, laughing off any concerns.

'Shit' Wally thought to himself, as Dick whooped in glee, 'I am in love with him.'