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FudoTwin17: Yep. Now, I don't own Young Justice or Teen Titans. Okay, it's time to read the chappie. Here it is!

Chapter 8

Roy pursed his lips. He had heard that the team was protecting Robin, the original boy wonder. So, despite not informing the League or the team, he went as well. About a floor down from the rest of the team's rooms, he had set himself up. He had cameras both on the team and Robin to make sure that he wasn't going to be caught. However he never was.

Robin and his team didn't even check the area! He supposed they were losing their touch. Or at least that they were lucky he was on the job as well.

At that moment, he was watching Robin, the original. He was just as amazed as everyone else at watching him. He had changed a lot from the last time that he'd seen the boy. He was fourteen then. Amazing how time flied.

Robin was up late. Roy couldn't figure out how the boy could get up at five or earlier every day and then go to sleep at around two, that was if he went to sleep at all. Bats! Roy never could understand them, even though he knew too well how hard he tried. He yawned tiredly.

He'd been awake for a bit longer than he was used to. He wished he had bat-like sleeping habits. He'd only been up for a day! A day! Darn bats. It was unfair.

Fine. Roy sighed. I give! Archer, not bat. Roy curled up on his bed. He was asleep almost instantly.

. . .

Jason, blending in to the best of his ability in the shadow of a podium, watched Dick. His curious eyes followed his hero. Dick was in the room, a room with souvenirs of every villain he ever fought. Jason watched as his hands slid over a broken mask after he had lifted the glass.

Dick couldn't help it. He had been focused on his parents, his aunt, and his cousin who hadn't shown himself at all, that he was kind of frozen. He had just needed some time to breathe and ended up walking here. Why? He had no clue. He was just kind of walking, letting his feet go where he wanted. Pretending as if he couldn't sense the young boy on his heels, he ended up there. His bare fingers ran over the broken mask uncomfortably. He just picked it up. He hoped Slade was gone, but at the same time, he couldn't let himself not think about it.

Besides, he could give the new Robin a bit of background, not that he would give him anything about Slade, though.

He sighed, trying to make it seem as though he were talking to himself. "Nothing." He muttered just loud enough for Jason to hear. "The Titans aren't going to be happy."

Jason, who was very intuitive, but had no clue that Dick had detected him, listened. That meant that Dick had no clue who was behind his parents reappearance. He frowned, obviously displeased.

Dick, feeling he ought to do something to lift the younger boy's spirits instead of telling him that he knew nothing on the investigation, decided to do something that might make the boy happier. The older Robin turned and walked out, leaving the door open for the younger. He walked straight to his room.

When Jason stepped in, he had to avoid gasping. The walls were covered with newspaper clippings, notes, and other such things. It was somewhat dark, but that was more of a comfort to Jason, who had grown accustomed to it. There was a dresser as well with a few pictures of the Titans.

Dick walked over to a closet that Jason hadn't noticed and opened it. He pulled out a box. Dick placed it on his bed, opening it. Jason crept over as near as he dared, but found he didn't need to.

Dick pulled out an old looking frame and set it on his dresser. While he left back to the bag, Jason examined it. He couldn't help it. He was a curious kid.

It was of six people. Jason could tell it was from the older boy's circus days. As a seven year old, Dick was comfortably perched on top of his dad's shoulders in his costume, a very bright costume that resembled the Robin costume. In similar dress, his father was smiling up at him. Next to the boys was a woman, wearing the same costume with it more in a leotard fashion. Her smile was very bright and kind and her hand was wrapped around her husband's. Next to her was a very bright pink boy who was, once again, clothed in the same type of costume. He looked to be around thirteen. He was looking at another man, Dick's uncle, in shock and discomfort. His uncle was laughing. Next to the two immature boys was a woman. She was smiling and rolling her eyes at them. Jason examined it sadly. He knew their fates.

He didn't realize that Dick had aimed the photo away from the camera, though.

Dick came over with another picture of the team. But things were different. It was an old photo, sure, but not so many years old. Dick and Kid Flash had their arms slung around one another in the front of the group. Next to them was Aqualad, smiling at the camera. Beside him were Superboy and Miss Martian. They held hands as Miss Martian smiled joyously and Superboy tried to smile politely into the camera. Next to them was Artemis. She stood there with an easy smile on her face.

Never in his entire life had Jason felt so alone. The team looked so happy in the photos. It was as if they were complete and happy. They probably were. But Jason, Jason never saw them like that. Even after the team had warmed up to him, they always showed signs of pain when they looked at him.

Artemis, who had been treated similarly when she arrived, had quickly taken to him. She supported him and he was grateful to her for that, but she never really understood. He was replacing someone they all knew and cared for. As well as that, he was stealing his home, his spot on the team, and even his name! And to Wally and Zatanna, there was no greater shame.

Jason almost backed off in pain and remembrance, but he was frozen by one last picture that was, once again, facing away from the camera.

It was of the manner. There was a picture of Bruce, smiling and laughing, Alfred rolling his eyes and smiling while dusting somewhere in the background, and-

And him!

Jason was right there, smiling and giggling with Bruce. They were all visible through a large window in the manner. That's when Jason realized it.

Dick had come back to see him! Jason didn't know if he remembered a happier moment in all of his life. Well, other than becoming Robin. But that was different. He had some trouble believing that it was true for a second. There was no way. Or, at least that's what he kept thinking.

Dick, glancing at him and seeing the pure and indescribable joy written on his face, left. He didn't need to stay there. He let the doors slide closed, sensing that Jason was going to be in the room for a while.

. . .

"Wrench." Cyborg commanded from under his car before a green hand-or rather tentacle-handed him the object in question. Cyborg and Beast Boy had been working for about an hour. Cyborg's baby ran smoothly, but he wanted to make it able to go faster and had a brilliant idea to add a cloaking device. Beast Boy wanted to help and, remembering the last time that Cyborg refused Beast Boy, Cyborg quickly agreed it would be a nice change to have someone to talk to while working on her.

"Done!" Exclaimed Cyborg happily as he bounded out from underneath his baby, almost giggling with joy.

"Sweet!" Beast Boy agreed.

"Time for a test drive!" Cyborg exclaimed, the forgotten wrench in his hand flying across the room only to-

. . . Wait, what just happened? Cyborg asked in confusion. It was flying, but ended up colliding with air and falling to the ground. That did not just happen. He couldn't believe it. To make sure all his systems were working, he rubbed his eye as well as polishing his robotic lens. When he looked again, he was shocked to see-

"What? Mad at me enough to throw a wrench at me?" Robin asked, the wrench in question in his hand.

"But-It just-I-" Beast Boy stuttered, looking wildly confused.

"I just walked in and got a trench to the face." He said, rubbing his forehead which, after it being mentioned, did look a little red. "I just came to make sure this was where you were. Well, if you hate me that much I'll just go." Robin stated, tossing the trench to Beast Boy.

"No! Wait!" Cyborg stopped him. "Are you okay? Man, I didn't even see you!"

Robin shrugged.

Beast Boy looked at Robin for a second before muttering to himself about invisible ninjas. He blinked. Then a question formed in his mind. Why would Robin want to check on them? He tried not to show a curious expression, but he knew he probably failed. But he pushed it from his mind.

Robin smiled. "I'd better go." He said. "I'll be back, though. Try not to throw any other tools at unsuspecting visitors."

Just like that, he was gone, leaving behind two very unusually red teenagers who themselves were struggling their blush.

Once they were out of sight and hearing distance, Robin let out a sigh of relief. He hoped the team hadn't been watching the cameras. He figured that he ought to not ruin their little mission yet. Besides, it was more fun this way.

Honestly, Robin hadn't been hit and he knew it very well. A little bit of a psychological toying with his two friend's heads and their doubts were easily minimized. Maybe not gone, but he could make sure that they wouldn't be near as suspicious. He smirked.

Good thing Jason hadn't been trailing him.

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