CHAPTER 11-WHAT DO YOU MEAN HIDING?

When we got to the Tower my friends stared at me like I had done something wrong. Well, to them, I had.

"What?" I ask. Cy stared at me.

"What? WHAT? Is that what you have to say for yourself? Just, What?" I looked at him.

"Uh, yeah?" He scoffed and turned the other way. Raven took the place then.

"Robin, you hid this from us." I look at her like she's insane. His it from us? You mean hid it from Star, BB, and Cy. She knew everything since she had gone into my mind.

"Us? Yeah, like that's the case." She got wide eyed and stopped talking. She knew what I meant. Cy then turned back around and looked at me.

"Robin, we understood that you wanted to keep your identity away from us, but it's just not right. You know everything about all of us, and we didn't know squat about you. We thought it was because it was personal, turns out it was, but, not this personal! How could you not tell us that you were Dick Grayson?!?!" I stared at him.

"I was hiding." They all looked at me like I was crazy.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN HIDING?!?!" I looked down to the ground then. "This explains everything now, the whole thing why you were so worried about that acrobat family, why you were rude to Bruce Wayne, why you think everything is your fault. Robin, Why?" I didn't know what to say then. I was just quiet. "Never mind, I give up! If you're not going to trust us enough to tell us why, I give up!" Star looked at Cy as he walked away. She turned to me and gave me this look like I was a zombie to her. Then she asked that dreadful question,

"Um, who exactly is Dick Grayson?" Everyone turned and stared at her. I looked down to the ground again.

"Guess we'll never know for real who he was. Robin won't tell us." Cy said. "Robin will never tell-"

"He's a lost dead soul." I said. They all turned to me then. "A boy who is invisible to the human race. A boy who lives in shadows and misery, a young dead boy." Everyone gave me this sorrowful face.

"Robin." Star said.

"It's ok Star, I'm just going to my room now." BB squinted at me like he was looking for something.

"Dude, are you-"

"No." I wiped my eyes and got up to go to my room.

"Robin you're crying?" Star said. I didn't say another word then. Just left. Left them all behind.

After a while, I heard someone knock at my door. I had stopped, um, tearing up my allergies, and I answered,

"What?"

"Hey, uh, Robin? It's me Cy, I need to talk to you." I rolled my eyes but reluctantly answered.

"What?" Cy looked at me.

"Back there, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have yelled at you like that." I rolled my eyes again.

"Cy, don't treat me like I'm some kind of kid needing comfort."

"Well, back there, I think you did."

"Excuse me?" Cy stared at me then.

"Robin, what you said back there, it was Dick's heart spewing out. You need to let that loose, and whatever you have against Bruce, you need to get over it! It was a while back when whatever happened so stop it. And stop being an over the top emo guy. It doesn't work." He then turned and left. I frowned and turned the other way. He was right I suppose. But he doesn't know how it feels. How this feels. He just doesn't.

It was a Wednesday morning when the funeral was in focus. There were a few people there. The guys family, his Kid Skylar, The titans and I, and Tim and Bruce. There were tears shed. I couldn't cry anymore. It was all my fault I kept thinking. If only I had done something earlier. But one of the main questions in my mind was, who was the man really behind all of it? Why was there a man that wanted to kill that acrobat family? I just kept thinking these things over and over again. I looked over to where Bruce was again. He just had his hand on Tim's arm. I kept my distance from Bruce. But, the sad thing was, my friends kept their distance from me as well. I was alone. No matter what someone would say, I was alone.

After the body was buried, I decided to take a chance. So, knowing me, I went up to Bruce and reliantly asked,

"So, where's that girl at?" Bruce looked at me like he was surprised.

"She was just one of my friends Mr. Robin." Tim answered.

"Oh." Bruce looked at me again. "What about Skylar? What's going to happen to him?"

"His aunt's going to take him in." Bruce said this time. I still thought of what he did. What Bruce had said. 'I love you Dick.' He loved Dick. As a son of course, but he loved Richard, not Robin. So Robin didn't care. And yeah, nice way of him to show that, punching me right after he says that. But I was still uncomfortable. "Robin, we need to talk." I look at him.

"What for? You're just a multi billionaire that me, Robin doesn't know." It was right, Robin didn't know him. Know sir, did he know Bruce Wayne. He then grabbed me by the arm and dragged me into an ally. He looked both ways to make sure everything was clear.

"Take off your mask Robin." Oh! So now he was ordering me around?

"Why? You can't tell me what to do!" He stared at me.

"Dick, I'm sorry-"

"My name is Robin! Dick Grayson died a long time ago." Bruce stared at me then, like I was lost. I was lost.

"Fine, Robin, I know we've had our differences, but this is serious. There is a killer on the streets and you're moping around about seeing someone get shot in front of you."

"Oh, well sorry if I can't impress you your majesty."

"Robin stop it!" He looked both ways again the grabbed my mask.

"Hey! What the crap are you doing?!?!" He then ripped my mask off. I closed my eyes tightly.

"It's ok, it's just you and I." I opened my eyes. I saw him starring back at me, pitifully.

"Give me that!" I grabbed my mask back. "What do you think you're doing?"

"Dick, I know we fought, and I am sorry about that. But you must understand. You have to find this man. He is a lunatic killer who will stop at nothing." I looked down. "And Dick?" I looked back up at him. "I miss the old times when we were partners. When you I, you know, used to actually get along. When we were-" I stared at him.

"Were what?"

"Never mind." I looked down again then back up at him. "I'm sorry." I looked at him as I put my mask back on then left. I needed answers, and quick. My friends don't trust me right now and Bruce just went all sentimental. I'm going to have to go solo on this one. No matter how much I hated knowing that Bruce was right, I did need to find this guy, and quick. The first place I needed to start with, the circus.