A/N: Hey guys! So here is another chapter! I know this one isn't very long, but I opted to update sooner, which meant a shorter chapter. I hope you guys like it!
Disclaimer: I do not own YJ. How many times do I have to say that before you people get it?!
"So can you do it?" Batman asked even though it didn't sound like a question.
He was sitting at one end of a rectangular table in one of the mount justice meeting rooms. Martian Manhunter sat at the other end Flash sat to his right and Superman to his left.
"It will be hard. But I believe I can do it. I could take hours to complete the process. Assuming that his memories are just locked away in his mind.
"What do we do if his memories have been completely whipped from his mind, not just locked away?" Superman looked to J'ohn.
J'ohn shook his head. "This is new territory for me. I am not even sure I would be able to bring back his memories if they are there."
"Could you implant new or fake memories in his mind?" Flash spoke up.
"I may be possible."
"Do what you have to do, J'ohn." Batman ordered.
"Now if I am able to unlock his memories it will take days maybe months before all of his memories come back, some may never come back. One thing that may help would be if you had pictures or videos from before the time line was changed."
"But since the timeline has been changed there are no pictures of Dick." Superman reminded.
"I'll take care of that," Batman told them. "For now we need to focus on unlocking Dick's memories. Manhunter, I want you to start as soon as you can." Batman finished and left the room before anything else could be said.
"I guess that means we're done?" Flash looked to the others who only shrugged.
Mary sat at the small table in the kitchen of the flying Grayson's trailer. She had a cup of warm tea in front of her but had yet to touch it. Normally at this time she would be practicing with the rest of her family for their show, but their act had been temporarily pulled from the lineup. It had been pulled for 2 reasons. 1. It was hard to change the routine so it could be performed with one less person, and 2. Even though they could perform with one person missing, trying to perform without 2 was almost impossible with their act.
And Mary refused to perform without her son. She won't eat, she barely sleeps, she had fallen into a kind of worry induced depression.
She just couldn't get the picture of her little robin all alone somewhere with a bullet hole in his shoulder.
She doesn't know where he is, or if he's ok. And that is a mother's worst nightmare.
She couldn't bare to lose Richard. He's her only son, he's more important to her than anything in the world.
She got up from the table and walked over to the bookshelf on the other side of the room. She didn't have to look for the book she wanted, she knew right where it was.
3rd book from the left on the 4th shelf up.
She took the book off the shelf and brought it back to the table. She slowly opened the thick leather bound book. Her scrap book.
She smiled to herself as she flipped through the pages. There was a page for every place the circus had been and a page for every year of Dick's life.
She flipped through the pages smiling at pictures of Dicks birthdays and Christmas pictures. She stopped at a picture that had been taken last year.
It was a selfie of her and Dick. It was taken from the trapeze platform with the crowed in the background. It was Dicks favorite picture.
He was so happy in that picture.
She knew that their lives weren't perfect, they didn't have much money and they moved around a lot so they never really had a place to call home. But their life was good enough for them.
But without Dick, she couldn't picture her life being anything but dark and depressing.
Wally sighed as he flopped down on the couch in mount justice. He ran a hand through his hair. This was not how he wanted things to go. He wished so bad that Dick would have recognized him in the dressing room, but no. nothing in life was that easy. And now his best friend, or the boy who once was his best friend, is lying in a hospital bed with a gunshot wound. He was however surprised and happy that Batman hadn't killed them.
"I can't believe Batman wasn't more upset." Artemis said, apparently thinking the same as wally.
"I wonder why." Zatanna sat down next to Wally. "If we came back from a mission with Robin in this condition we would get a long lecture about everything we did wrong."
"Maybe he's just glad that we were able to get him back to the mountain before warp got him." M'ggan said sitting down in the arm chair to the left of the couch.
"Yeah, that's another thing." Wally leaned forward propping his elbows on his knees and resting his chin on his hands. "The guy with the gun had Dick pinned with his gun to his head, why didn't he just take the head shot? And was he with warp or was that just a coincidence?"
"I am unsure whether or not the assailant was working with Warp or not" Aqualad came to stand next to Artemis across from the couch. "But he seemed to be looking for Dick. So we must take under consideration that the shooter may have been hired by Warp."
"Well if he was hired by Warp then why didn't he just shoot Dick in the head?" Superboy's bluntness caused everyone to cringe a bit.
"I saw that he was about to shoot dick and I used my telekinesis to pull his gun away. He was stronger than I though and I was only able to pull the gun down a bit before it fired." M'ggan explained.
"He really was trying to kill Dick." Artemis confirmed.
"So that means he was working with Warp." Superboy chimed in.
"I guess so unless Dick has more enemies than we know of." Wally said.
"Yeah right," Artemis laughed. "Have you seen that kid? He wouldn't hurt a fly. How could he possibly have enemies?"
A man dressed in a suit and a fedora slammed his fist onto his desk. "What do you mean you lost him?!" He shouted around the cigar between his lips. Standing on the other side of the desk was a big muscular man with tattoos up his arms.
"Look, boss," The man started. "I had him. But something pulled my gun away before I could finish the job."
"I don't want your excuses!" the man growled out. "What I want is that brat's head on my wall."
"I know I messed up Boss, but I guarantee you I can get this kid."
The man straightened up taking the cigar out of his mouth in order to let out a chilling laugh. "Oh no. you don't get a second chance at this." The man placed the cigar back into his mouth.
The thug was about to protest, but before he could the man in the suit pulled a gun out from under the desk fired.
3 loud gunshots sounded through the air and the big man fell.
The man in the suit set the gun down on the desk.
"After all, you know what they say. If you want something done you've gotta do it yourself."
The man walked out from behind the desk and stepped over the now dead and bleeding body of the tattooed man.
"6 years. 6 long years I've been waiting. And I will not be kept waiting any longer. Richard Grayson will fall."
Well, there you guys go! Sorry again it was so short, but I will have another update next week. Sorry for any typos!
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~Ember