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Note 1- The italics is Shadow communicating telepathically.
Note 2- The bold italics is Robin's/Dick's memories.
Note 3- "outstretch" is a word. (I checked.)
Note 4- I tried to make Robin's memory of his parents' deaths emotional but I think that I kind of failed.
Chapter 10
Young Justice had been in his subconscious for who-knows-how-long and hadn't found Robin yet. Needless to say, they were all starting to panic.
That is, till M'gann stumbled across a door that had the name "Dick Grayson" written on it. M'gann's face lit up. So this was the door to his memories! Maybe he was in there . . .
Only one way to find out.
She opened the door and they were suddenly in Gotham, a circus tent just a few feet away from them.
"Oh, I remember this circus! I went to it when I was a kid and saw these acrobats with the last name Grayson . . ." Kid Flash said, trailing off when he realized the connection.
Dick Grayson.
The Flying Graysons.
Coincidence?
Not this time.
The team weren't surprised that he had been an acrobat. But the fact that he was from a circus? Yes, now that shocked them.
. . . . Okay, maybe it hadn't shocked them.
Screams interrupted their thoughts, their heads snapping towards the sound. It was coming from the tent. They glanced at each other, uneasiness creeping up on them.
Did they really want to see THE Robin's memories, the kid who's seen things that they could only imagine?
. . . Not really.
But did they have a chance in the matter?
. . . No.
Exactly.
_Robin's Memories (Dick's POV)_
Their screams echoed in his ears, his outstretched hand shaking with emotion. The fear that etched their faces burned into his very eyes, shaking him at his very core. The sickening "thud" echoing in the tent, their blood staining the dirt.
But he couldn't cry.
He just couldn't.
His parents always said that big boys didn't cry and that's what he was now.
A big boy.
His throat clogged with suppressed tears. He wouldn't cry. Whenever he cried, his parents would cry and would say that when he was sad, they were sad too.
And he didn't want them to be sad.
His shoulders started to shake, his hands fists. He was trying so hard not to cry but thinking of his parents and how they would never hug him again, the dam broke. Silently, tears fell from his blue eyes and they, too, stained the dirt.
Blue.
Red.
Sadness.
Life.
Together, they would make purple.
The color of loneliness.
Dick looked down at his parents' bodies, choking at the sight of their mangled bodies. He tore his eyes away, the image burned into his memory.
And it would haunt him.
For a long, long time.
Dick climbed down, wiping away his tears. He had to be strong. He had to.
Because didn't the strong always get what they wanted?
But what he wanted couldn't be given to him.
It couldn't.
Never.
Dick could barely hear the people whispering about his situation and what they would do with him. He could only hear the never-ending screams that echoed in his ears, haunting him. He could only see the scene of their deaths over and over.
And over.
And over.
AND OVER.
So he didn't notice the men picking him up and taking him away. He didn't notice that they weren't the police. He didn't even notice the needle they injected into the base of his head. He didn't notice the tired feeling that washed over him, forcing him to sleep.
He didn't notice that one by one, his memories were fading.
That was the day that started it all.
The day that he was no longer Dick Grayson, son of two acrobats.
The day he became something a human being should NEVER have to become.
An experiment.
A/N- How was that? Emotional? Suckish? Something you want me to delete because it's THAT bad? Please review! I know it's kind of short but I wanted to leave you guys there. I know you guys are wondering why Robin hasn't used his powers till now but I can't tell you. :p At least, not yet.
