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Previously on Lost Forever:

"It's Thaddeus." Dick giggled.

"Master Dick!" Alfred cried indignantly.

Dick's POV

It's Monday. I arrived here Saturday.

It had been a while since I knew what day it was. I've known the date but that's completely different from knowing the day.

It made you feel surprisingly vulnerable...

Things between Bruce and I haven't gotten any better. I don't know if he still refuses to believe it's me...?

I woke up in my old bedroom. It was odd, how when I walked in absolutely nothing had changed. It was like Alfred was afraid of cleaning my room.

I slept a whole 3.5 hours yesterday! That's just about the most sleep I've gotten in a year!

I think Alfie drugged me.

I had gone through three-quarters of my morning workout before I remembered I'm not with Deathstroke. I finished it anyway.

Jason was gone. The mansion was quiet.

Alfie was assigned to 'guard' me so I followed him around while he cleaned, and Bats was still pretending I didn't exist.

I wasn't used to having a lot of free time. Deathstroke ran a strict schedule.

Wake up. Warm-up. Train. Eat breakfast. Spar. Train. Spar. Eat dinner. Train. Study human weak spots. Spar. Sleep.

The only exceptions in that schedule was missions and punishments.

"Come, Master Dick, it's time for tea." Alfred spoke, gently jarring me out of my thoughts.

I got up and silently followed Alfred to the kitchen, where he grabbed a tea kettle and mixing bowl and began making tea and cookies. He would occasionally glance up at me, then return to his cooking.

"Did you sleep well Master Dick?" He was uncomfortable of my staring at him.

I shrugged. "Better than I have in a while." Technically, I didn't lie. Just didn't mention the nightmares.

"I hope you'll sleep even better tonight."

"It's appreciated." I said monotonously.

Alfred placed the cookies in the oven before wiping his hands and moving to sit by me.

"Master Dick, you know you can speak to me about anything, correct? Anything you tell me in confidence does not have to reach Master Bruce's ears." Why was he insisting on carrying out this conversation?

Alfred is the most stubborn person in the world though. If he wants to continue this conversation, this conversation will be continued.

"I do."

"Then why must you be so quiet?" Alfred asked, taking one of my hands in his.

"Because that's what I've been taught to do for the past year!"

Alfred had nothing to say about that.

The oven beeped. Alfred got up and moved to take out the cookies and turn the oven off. He placed the tray of cookies and full teapot on the table in front of me.

"You should eat. You've gotten entirely too skinny." He placed a plate down in front of me.

"I'm not hungry." I pushed the plate away.

Alfred sighed. "Will you at least drink some tea?"

I nodded hesitantly. He took away the plate and placed a cup in front of me.

I drank.

And damn, I hadn't realized how much I missed Alfred's cooking.

Jason's POV

I hate school.

I see no point to sitting in a classroom where people won't shut up for long enough for the class to hear what's being taught. Then we get passed homework no one knows how to do because no one listened!

I take it back. I don't hate school. I hate the students.

I sighed, walking up to my locker J-31 and entering it's combo: 17, 27, 7

Isn't that an easy combo? I memorized it as soon as I saw it.

I grabbed my Pre-Algebra book, along with my notebook, agenda, and pencil case.

I walked through the hallways, weaving through people with practiced ease. I entered Mr. Smithles class just before the bell rang. I quickly moved to my desk in the back and settled down for an entire class of math.

Mr. Smithles is one out of six of the teachers who actually has control of his class.

Mostly because everyone loves him. I mean, math isn't my favorite subject, but Mr. Smithles is my favorite teacher.

He lets us eat in class, and, if you're a really good student, he'll let you sleep in class. He has an awesome way of teaching, and he cracks actually funny jokes. Not Dad jokes, funny jokes.

A buzzing sound resonated throughout the classroom.

The office was calling.

"Mr. Smithles," A voice came on. You can never tell who's it is because the loudspeaker always changes the voice.

"Yes?"

"Can you send Jason Todd up to the office?"

"He'll be right over!" He gestured towards me and I knew I was dismissed.

I reluctantly dragged myself out of the classroom and to the office. I opened the door.

And found three dead office aides.

You'll never guess who killed them, who was standing in front of me.

"Hello, Robin," Deathstroke laughed as he held a chloroform-soaked rag to my mouth. "Sweet dreams."

Then utter blackness.

This one is kinda short...

Don't worry! I'll update a chapter a day now, because if I don't, my friend will murder me!

I'll make the next one longer as well. Just had a little Writer's Block.