Sorry it's been so long sense I've updated. I've had track meets and AP tests to take. Anyways this takes place before Invasion.

Disclaimer: I own nothing. (Personally I blame Canada)

Batman and Robin jumped from rooftop as the cold breeze of the coming winter blew around them. The stayed in the shadows not wishing to gain the attention of Gotham's citizens.

"So who is this Spellbinder guy anyway, because his name is kinda sad," robin asked as he followed his mentor across the rooftops. He had a wide smile on his face, not knowing if it was because the bad guy they were going after name was Spellbinder or because he loved nights like this. It was just him and Batman, no League, no listening to his team-mates complain about their love issues, just him and his mentor. He followed Batman close behind watching every move he made trying to copy it perfect, he didn't want to become Batman, but that didn't stop him from slightly idolizing him.

"Spellbinder is not someone to take lightly Robin," Batman informed him. They were reaching the end of the city, the bridges connecting the island to the mainland in full view. "He uses a type of magic, similar to Zatanna's, in order to pull his victims inside his mind. He teleports people in another world where the laws of physics don't always apply. Spellbinder is not someone to be taken lightly Robin, watch your back."

The two landed on the last building before reaching the harbor. It was a large apartment complex that over looked the water. A man sat on the roof humming to himself and holding a guitar. Robin ran over to the man to tell him that a villains was around and that he had to flee before a fight broke out between the Dynamic duo and Spellbinder.

As Robin reached out for the man, who clearly wasn't listening, he heard Batman yelling his name. "It's an illusion!" Batman yelled loudly. Before Robin could retract his hand the humming man opened his eyes sending a blinding light out of his iris's. "Robin!" Batman yelled running at the light. It blinded the bat and everything went white then black.

Bruce Wayne woke up in a field of rye. He sat up shaking his head, it was pounding and his thought were jumbled. Pressing his hand to his forehead he felt that he was not wearing his cowl. No, he was Bruce Wayne. Black suit, red tie, and gelled back hair. He looked around to see Robin laying in the rye field next to him. He too was out of his uniform. Just regular Dick Grayson again with his black jacket and green sweatshirt under neigh.

"Grayson, wake up," Bruce shook him gently.

"Bruce..? Where are we?" He sat up observing the strange landscape.

"Spellbinder's mind. He's trapped us here," Bruce stood up. "We have to get out of here as soon as possible."

"Why?"

Before Bruce could answer Spellbinder's whorled face appeared in the sky. "Mr. Wayne!" it cheered. "So glad to have you back in my collection again."

"Again?" Dick glanced up at Bruce.

"I hope this time you'll stay longer. Maybe relax a little. A little R and R never hurt anyone. Take a nap, let my voice sooth you to sleep. Yet my words make you forget the world you left behind. Go to sleep and when you wake up...you wont remember a thing," Spellbinder let out a laugh. "Oh, but your stronger than that aren't you Bruce? All the monk mind training is really paying off. But what about the boy? How long do you think he can resist?" Spellbinder laughed and disappeared from the sky.

"Resist what?" Dick raised his voice.

Bruce sighed gripping a tight fist. "I've been in here before. It was back in India before I became Batman. I was working with some monk on how to control my mind when Spellbinder came. He trapped me in this world. The only way I got was using my own will power to over come his mind magic. It took some time, this place is not easy to leave. While I was trapped here Spellbinder tried preventing me from leaving. He tried to make me forgot this world wasn't real. He tried to make me forget who I was." Bruce knelled down so he would be on eye level with Dick. "That's his angle. He whips the memory of who ever he traps here. I saw it back then. People's minds start to get fuzzy, then they forget parts of their lives, then themselves, then where they are. When that happens, Spellbinder wins and your trapped here forever." Bruce paused for a while, "I need you to keep strong. No matter what happens, but leave my side. We need to stick together on this or...,"

"Or Spellbinder will make us forgot each other?" Dick asked. Bruce nodded in replay.

The two started to walk through the field side by side. As they approached a cliff the scenery began to change. The warm rye fields turned into the 1920's in New York. A man in fancy yellow car rushed by. Loud jazz filled the muggy air. Bruce had an uneasy feeling about the place as he looked up to see an old billboard that had a pair of eyes starring down at him.

"ARHH!" Dick yelled out in pain and dropped to his knees. He was holding his head in his hands and grunting in pain. He eyes were closed tightly and sweat was rolling down his pale face.

Bruce knelt down in front of him. He rapped his strong fingers around Dick's small arms. "It's okay Dick, I'm here," he said in his softest voice. "Don't give in to it. Remember who you are. Don't let him ease your memories."

Dick lifted his head up. His face vary pale and his hair was wet with sweat. "Just like Bialya, huh?" he said with a laugh. Bruce helped the boy off of his knees. "I'm okay, I'm okay. It's just my head hurts. Everything feels...off."

Bruce glared down at the boy more angry with himself than anyone else. "I'm going to get you out of here." Bruce looked to see he was no longer in the 1920's. Instead the two were standing in the middle of a forest. The trees leaves were orange, purple, and pink. In the distance Bruce could see the outline of a large factory puffing out smoke. He started to feel his head growing heavy, like a bad migraine. Spellbinder's power to take away memories was starting to get to him as well. He glanced down at his ward, "how are you feeling?"

"Better actually," Dick said with a smile. "I think I just needed some fresh air," he laughed. Bruce smiled. Even in such a dyer situation the boy kept on joking, kept on smiling. The happy smile on Bruce's face went away. He would do anything to keep the boy smiling. He would do anything to get him out of this place.

While Bruce was thinking of ways to escape he head the sound of trees falling. Narrowing his eyes he looked deep into the think forest of oddly colored trees. The sound of more trees falling to the ground echoed throughout the forest. Out of the thick forest roared a huge machine with multiple axes swinging at fast speeds. "MOVE!" he yelled. The two started sprinting in the other direction. Bruce reached down for his belt, which was gone. Growling in anger he picked up a rock and threw it at the machine. He watched as the rock bounced off not even making a dent.

"CLIFF!" Dick screamed.

Before either of them could stop they fell off the cliff. The two crashed into an old run down church. There was cigarettes and a copy of Gone With The Wind on the dirty floor. Bruce stood up not feeling any pain from the impact almost as if he fell in a pile of feathers. "Are you alright?" Bruce asked Dick who was pulling himself off the floor.

"Yeah, it didn't hurt at all," he said. He saw Bruce and took a step backwards. A scared look was on his face. He picked a sharp broken split of wood. With a glare he pointed it at Bruce, "who are you?"

Bruce let out a loud gasp. He could tell the angry glare in Dick eyes he wasn't joking. Spellbinder's magic had whipped his memory, Bruce could see it in his eyes. Dick had completely forgotten him. Bruce wanted to say something or do something to make Dick remember him. Dick was the closes thing, besides Alfred, Bruce had as family.

"Who are you!" Dick yelled slightly twitching. The pain of getting his memories forcefully ripped out growing worst each second.

Taking in a deep breath Bruce tried his hardest not to show how hard this was for him. "My...my name is Bruce Wayne. Do you know where you are?"

Dick glance around, "in some old church...that isn't real. I don't know if you know this, Mr. Wayne but none of this is real."

Bruce smiled, at least he hasn't forgotten that this world was a lie. "I do and if we want to get out of here, we should stick together. So put the stick down." Dick did as he was told. "Good, we should keep walking. I'll get you out of here, I promise."

"Thank you Mr. Wayne," Dick said with the same innocence he did when Bruce first told him he could live at the Manor. It hurt Bruce to know that, to Dick, this was the first time they had ever met. He looked at Dick with sad eyes wanting nothing more for the bot to remember him.

"Your Welcome, Dick."

"How do you know my name?" Dick snapped back.

Before Bruce could break down and tell him the truth (which he indented to) a bright flame burst from the altar. A massive fire was spreading throughout the whole church. The roof caught on fire in a matter of moments and started to fall. Without speaking the two ran out the church. Right before it erupted into a ball of fire Bruce rapped his arms around Dick and jumped out of the church landing hard on the grass.

"Are you alright!" Bruce asked laying the ash covered boy on the grass.

Dick shook his head and looked up at Bruce with puzzled eyes. "Who are you?" he looked down at his hands as if they weren't his. "Wh...who am I?"

"No!" Bruce gasped. He knelt down in front of Dick and put his hands on his shoulders. "Your name is Richard Grayson. Your 13 years old," Bruce could feel his emotions swelling up. Anger and sadness filled his whole body. "You like to be called Dick and Robin. Your grew up in the circus. You like to make up words. You are my son."

The boy let out a faint gasp. He closed his eyes lowering his head. "I...I don't remember. I don't remember anything." He started swaying back and forth. "I don't...feel right."

He fell into Bruce's arms who caught him gently. Bruce pulled him in closer for a moment trying not to cry. He laid Dick down on the ground softly. "No," Bruce whispered.

"Aw, how sad. I told you the boy could not resist me. Mind erasing magic is specialty! The boy's mind is mine!" Spellbinder came out of the shadows laughing. "He'll be in my little play world forever now! Lost, just like all the others. Mindless, memoryless, and pretty much dead."

"No," Bruce turned away from Dick and faced Spellbinder glaring. "I wont let you take him. I will not let you keep him here."

"And what can you do to stop me?" Spellbinder responded.

"I can trade places with him. You can have me. I'll stay here forever, but you have to let the boy go. You give him back his memories, you take him out of this place, and you stay the hell away from him," Bruce said rasing his voice.

A sly smile came on Spellbinder's face, "So, if I let the lad go forever then I get you forever?"

"Yes."

Dick Grayson's eyes fluttered open. He could see that he was laying in a field of poorly moaned grass. Above him two man were talking. One being a strong business looking man and the other looking like he belonged at a carnival. Dick couldn't hear what they were saying, but he knew it was important. Feeling sleepy his eyes started to grow blurrily. He kept his eyes locked on the business man. "Bruce...?"

"You have yourself a deal Mr. Wayne."

CLIFFHANGER! Yeah, I just did that. Anyways, hope you liked it. P.S I referenced my four favorite books: The Lorax, The Great Gatsby, The Outsiders, and Catcher in the Rye, see if you can find them all. Lol jk. Review please. Or not, that works too.