A/N: Hey. I know I know, it's been like four months. I'm SUUUUPPPPEEEERRRR sorry my friends. A heap has happened (Including my Computer files being wiped...) So. I'm really excited about this chapter and finally getting back into the swing of things. I'll be uploading a lot more frequently I promise. I've written a plan/ outline for the next chapters so I'll know where it is going now. Now I really need a recap It's been too long!

TT Robin becomes Slade's apprentice. The Batmen talk to the League. YJ Robin gets a mission. Slade takes of TT Robin's mask. And... that sums it up.

Now go and read what has been waiting to be posted for like AGES! I'm super sorry but I hope this chapter makes up for it.

PS this is probably oe of the only chapters I'm going to put a T rating on. I'll put a warning at the spot where it is. Joker's a little bit psycho.

Chapter 14: Memories of a Bird and a Bat

-Batman-

-Bruce Wayne; Teen Titans Dimension-

It hurt him more than he'd let on, the pain slowly engulfing him. He never should have let Dick become who he is today. He should have given him a normal life. Then a thought strikes him, it's because of him that the kid's parents are dead. If he'd caught all the mobsters at the circus that day maybe he'd still be normal. But he quickly pushes the guilty thought away. He needed the boy to be with him, he kept the man sane. Bruce pulls out his specially built phone, and swipes through his photos. he never took many, normally just a few important documents, or something he wanted Alfred to pick up. But when Dick was still at the manor his phone was flooded with photos. One of them catches his attention and he stops, staring into the beautiful blue eyes of the young boy. He remembered that day like it was yesterday…

"What are you doing?" He'd asked, smirking as the young boy jumped almost toppling down the stairs.

"Nothing!" Dick gasped, his blue eyes filled with shock. Bruce had laughed.

"Normally 'nothing' combined with shock means your up to no good." He said, raising an eyebrow.

"Well this time it really truly is nothing!" Dick had said sulkily, sliding something into the inside of this jacket.

"And what is that in your jacket then?" He had asked quizzically. Dick had looked up at him, a look of innocence on his face.

"Oh nothing." He'd said sweetly. Bruce had picked him up and hung him upside down, the boy cackled, trying to squirm out of his grasp. Three of Alfred's freshly baked brownies fell onto the carpeted stairs.

"Brownies? That's what all the suspicious behaviour is about?" Bruce asked, and Dick nodded quickly.

"Don't tell Alfred though." He whispered, and Bruce smiled, pulling a wrapped up brownie out of his own pocket.

"Your secret is safe with me." He said. Putting the boy down, ruffling his dark locks and then walking off.

Behind him he heard Dick sigh and take something else out of his jacket. Bruce took the other stairs to the floor above and walked around to the other stairs, sneaking without the faintest sound around to behind the boy who had somehow managed to steal his phone, looking through his messages with Selina. Dick still didn't completely trust her. Dick, becoming bored with that opens the camera app and swaps to the selfie camera. He immediately shrieked upon seeing Bruce behind him.

"How did you sneak up on me so quietly?" Dick asked, his voice high and panicky. And then he remembered. "Oh yeah, you're Batman, why aren't I surprised?"

"A better question to ask is how did you manage to get my phone, get past the numerous passwords and get past all the scanners?" Bruce asked, impressed. Dick almost glowed with happiness at managing to get past the Batman's personal phone security. Dick didn't answer, instead he held the phone up, smiling at the phone's camera.

Click.

-Robin-

-Dick Grayson; Young Justice-

Dick stops, checking the screen on his wrist. Still fifteen minutes to get the chip back to Deathstroke. He'd have to tell Robin all about what happened. Fist there was the van, and then there was the fact that it was being driven by mind controlled racoons, then there was the trouble on the way back with the- A light in the sky makes him look up. The familiar symbol makes him smile sadly.

"It's so close, I could just go warn Bruce, but…" Dick trails off, thinking of Slade and Deathstroke's threat. The bat signal shone through the dark night sky, villains beware, the dark knight's out to get you. Dick watches it for a moment, wondering what villain it is tonight. Maybe it's Penguin. Alfred hated that guy. Or maybe Catwoman.

It's always hard to tell with her, one day she's helping Bruce, the next she's robbing a bank, then the day after the two are drinking coffee in the kitchen, giving Dick the fright of his life when he comes in for a midnight snack. He asked Robin about Selina and Bruce and Robin had actually grinned, saying the two were close. Dick smiles, remembering a particular time.

"Shh! You'll get us caught!" Selina giggled, hiding behind the couch with a nine and a half year old Dick.

"What are we doing again?" The young boy whined, poking his head up. It was two thirty in the morning. Bruce had left for patrol at nine pm, Dick having to sit out due to a concussion the night before, it wasn't a bad one, just a knock on the head. He was alright now, but Bruce being Bruce gave him a night to rest.

Dick had been sleeping when Selina crept through his window and stood at the end of his bed. After a few moments she'd gotten impatient and pinched his foot. He'd jumped awake, startled as he noticed Selina. "Selina! Are you trying to give me a heart attack? I've already got a concussion!" Dick had gasped quickly, "What are you even doing here?" He'd asked.

Selina had giggled. "Can't I come visit my favourite little birdie?" She'd questioned, and Dick had crossed his arms, sitting up in bed.

"Not at twelve thirty at night you can't!" He had huffed, tiredly, but secretly happy to see Selina.

"Brucie's on patrol and I thought, not seeing you with him I could pay you a visit, maybe have a little fun!" She'd helped him out of bed, grabbed his dressing gown and the two had walked out of his room.

And that was how Dick found himself crouched behind the couch with Catwoman. "What we are doing, is seeing if we can scare Bruce when he comes home." Selina grinned slyly, and Dick giggled.

"But isn't that mean?" Dick, forever an angel, asked innocently. Selina smiles at him, before handing him a cookie from the plate next to them.

"It isn't if we do it to him, he does it to criminals on a nightly basis, doing it to Alfred though, that's asking for trouble." Selina said, as he eats the cookie. There's suddenly a noise from the room next door.

"It's him!" Dick whispered excitedly.

Selina giggles quietly, "Be quiet!" She whispered.

The door opened as Bruce left the room with the passage to the Batcave and into their hiding room.

Selina and Dick shared a look, three… two… one…

"SURPRISE!"

-Batman-

-Bruce Wayne; Young Justice Dimension-

To be honest, life without Dick was like eating a chocolate that didn't even taste like chocolate, taking something so delicious, and then taking everything good about it away. Bruce wanders his personal souvenir collection, some of them gig, like the giant penny, some of them tiny, like the scrap of paper from a mission with The Riddler. Bruce picks it up, a A4 piece of paper, crinkled and ripped in places, with 'KICK ME!' scrawled in black marker. It was a prank by Dick and Wally. They'd planned it ages beforehand, and then carried it out when Riddler was about to strike. Bruce smirks, remembering how proud the two were afterwards.

"Riddle me this Batman…" Riddler twirled his staff around, a pleased look on his face as he studied his capture. Batman glared at the man as he lowered him down over some sort of toxic substance. Out of the dark corners of the warehouse someone begun to cackle. Batman tried not to smirk as he recognised it.

"Hey Ridder! I've got a joke!" Robin had called out of the darkness.

"For the last time Birdboy, I tell riddles, not jokes!" Riddler whipped around, looking for the source of the voice.

"Eh, same difference, both are terrible until I tell them." Robin shrugged, landing on the railings of the iron balustrade going around the second floor landing. Suddenly Robin's face lit up. "Hey, Riddler, wanna hear one of my jokes- oh, my mistake- riddles?" Robin asked, tilting his head to the side.

Riddler thought for a moment. "Go ahead…" He said, motioning to the bird with a hand.

"What can speak, but can't think, what can use, but not create, what can find, but not own?" Robin cackled for a while, Batman whishing he wasn't caged as Robin began to slip off the railings.

Riddler frowned. "That doesn't even make sense!" He exclaimed after a moment, flinging his arms around.

Robin cackled again, sitting up straight again. "Yes it does. I made it! Unlike you, who can't make up an original riddle if you tried. How many libraries are still waiting for their riddle books back?" He asks.

Riddler, infuriated, lunges at Robin. "Hey, what's that on your back? It says: 'Kick me.' Well if you says so Riddler!" Robin shoots a grappling hook at the ceiling, high fiving a passing Kid Flash as he descended, swinging down and kicking Riddler in the head, knocking him to the ground unconscious.

Robin then looked up at Batman, a smug look on his face before turning back to Riddler's unconscious body. "Man, I forgot to tell him the answer to my joke!" Robin said angrily.

"What was it?" Batman asked, still caged. Robin turns around, a cheeky grin on his face.

"An unoriginal Riddler at the library looking for Riddles."

WARNING: The next bit is T rated as it's got blood and stuff... you can skip to the next person's memories if you don't want to read it, you aren't missing much.

-Robin-

-Dick Grayson; Teen Titans-

Robin- no, Dick- had left the training area as soon as Slade had stopped talking. Running all the way back to the area him and Dick shared. He immediately jumps onto his bed and kicks off his steel capped boots. He shoves his face into the pillow. A few moments later he hears a knock at the door out in the lounge area. Dick ignores it. He knows already that it's Slade. After a moment he hears a slight sigh and footsteps walking away. Dick rolls over to look at the ceiling. What happened to Robin? The mask came off. Now there's no more Robin. Just a scared 16 year old boy trying to be an adult. Trying to stay strong. He needs to, he needs to protect Dick, and not just the younger interdimensional version of him, he needs to protect himself. For once his mind begins to stray, wishing that Bruce was here. Wishing he could hide in the eternal darkness of his cape, only coming out when he needed to. It's all his fault, if he had just listened to Bruce for once, if he hadn't gone to find the Joker… it's all his fault.

"I'm ready! Let's go Bruce! I can't wait to go on patrol tonight! It's a Saturday! You know what that means Bruce? I get to stay up even later!" Dick flipped off of the landing and runs over to Bruce.

"Sorry Dick, you're not coming tonight." Bruce said, fixing up his utility belt.

"Come on Bruce, let me guess, it's The Penguin again and you're scared he's going to pelt me with eggs again? Or it's Selina and you don't want me getting a bad influence from her? Or maybe it-"

"It's Joker, and you don't want to see what he's done." Bruce cut the young boy off, pulling the cowl over his face. The mask obscuring his eyes, making his gaze even sterner.

"But I want to help!" Dick whined. Bruce sighed, patting the boy on the head.

"You can by going to bed. We'll do something fun tomorrow. Whatever you want alright?" Bruce didn't give Dick another moment to protest as he jumped in the Batmobile and drove out into the night.

Dick stood in the middle of the cave for a moment. Alfred would be down in a moment to help Bruce. It was now or never. "Sorry Bruce, I'm not a little kid anymore, I'm almost thirteen for goodness sake! I can look after myself." And with that Robin got onto his motorcycle and drove out after the dark knight.

OOOOOOOOOOO

Reaching an alleyway Robin took off his helmet, placing it onto the motorcycle and hiding it behind a dumpster. Getting out a few birdarangs he readied himself for battle.

Stepping out into the night the first thing he noticed was not what he was in the middle of, he noticed the helicopters first. Searchlights searching the streets for the crime prince of Gotham. Then he noticed his surroundings and gulped, closing his eyes. "I really should have stayed home." He moaned, a wave of nausea rushing over him.

There was too much. Too much to be real. This wasn't an average murder. This was manslaughter. Not just manslaughter but 'all-slaughter' as he would put it, everyone and anyone lay motionless, the gender and age unable to be identified, there was too much red.

"A warzone." He muttered gloomily under his breath. Yeah, a twelve year old- no, almost thirteen year old- shouldn't be seeing this. This… carnage.

"Well lookie here! If it isn't my favourite little birdie! Do you like my art? I think the street looks way more appealing with my decorations. What do you think Birdboy?" A gleeful voice sung out from nearby. Robin spun, almost slimming on the sticky substance underneath him.

"Joker." Robin growled. Just his luck that he'd run into him before Bruce.

"Have you seen the lights in the sky? They're making my art look even nicer!" Joker looked up, his head almost tilting further back than should be possible.

Robin looked up for a moment too, hearing the helicopters and seeing the searchlights. "I'm pretty sure they're searchlights, and I'm pretty sure they're on a manhunt." Robin pointed out, the best he could come up with surrounded by so much wrongness.

"Well someone will have to tell them there's enough men to go around, look, they're everywhere!" Joker spun gracefully amidst his chaos. "Say, where's Batzie, I want to see how he did after our last playdate!" Joker slid past, almost like he was on ice skates, skating on the red, sticky liquid covering the ground.

"Probably somewhere that's nowhere near here." Robin said to himself. Joker slid up to him, poking him in the nose.

"Well that's too bad, I'll just have to play with you instead!" Joker sung happily.

Robin stepped away, not liking being touched by a human butcherer. "I think I'll pass on that." He said, turning around, only to land in something squishy. Robin looks and instantly feels bile rise in his throat. He squeezes his eyes shut for a moment. Ridding the image from his brain. After a moment he opens them finding himself face to face with a corpse. Robin screams, stepping away.

Joker laughed, bringing the corpse closer again. "What lovely singing Birdboy, do it again!" Joker presses the person closer. Robin shakes his head. Pulling out a grappling hook. He shoots it at the roof of a nearby building. He feels the pull and then he feels a burning pain. He lets go of the handle. Falling a fair distance from the sky, screaming in pain. He falls onto the road, feeling the bodies underneath him, but unable to stand.

"There we go!" Joker clapped at the sound. Robin grips his shoulder, feeling the hot metal still burying it's way inside of him. He'd been shot.

"You… You shot me!" Robin gasped out, and Joker nodded proudly.

"I did! Wasn't it great! I wanna do it again!" Joker pulled the trigger again. And again. And then once more. Bang! Bang! Bang! One in the arm, one in the leg and one in the side. Robin screams, his throat feeling like it was being ripped apart. His body burning in pain.

"That was great. You'll be out-singing all the other robins in the nest." Joker says, coming closer. Robin tries to scramble away, but can't, feeling the slippery substance all around him. Joker poked him in the shoulder, Robin biting his tongue, trying not to give in to the searing pain. Oh God it hurt.

"I'm going to go find Batzie, don't worry though, I'll be back, we'll find you a nice shoe box to send you home do Daddy in. He'll get such the surprise wont he. Well ta-ta Birdboy, see you on the other side. Tell death I said hi." And then Joker skips off, Robin's body going in to panic, his body beginning to shut down. The last thin he saw was a black figure swoop down, knocking Joker to the ground and running over to him.

"Robin! Dick, don't die!" They said, pulling him close. It felt safe… Bruce…

"Let me go Bruce." He murmured, almost inaudible, "I wanna see mamma and papa." He said.

"I won't let you go, I need you, you're not going to die. I promise." Bruce said quietly, picking him up. It hurt, but it was safe.

The last thing he heard was a sound from his memory. He was the last flying Grayson. Now they were all going to be the dying Graysons.

Snap.

-The Haunt-

-Dick (Teen Titans)-

Robin, no, Dick- gasped awake, sweating and panting. He listens to his heart thumping in his chest. "I'm still alive." He whispers to himself. He wipes his brow. His body hurting in the places he was shot that dreadful night. That maniacal, inhuman laugh ringing in his ears. He squeezes his eyes shut for a moment, focusing on his breathing. Upon opening them again he walks to the door, leaving the room and making his way to the training room. Upon reaching it he stops at the top of the stairs. Another being already occupying the room.

Dick watches as the small figure stares up at the trapeze, illuminated by just one light flickering overhead, almost like a spotlight.

"Introducing… The Flying Graysons." He whispers, at the same time as his double.

The younger Dick whips around, looking at the older in shock. The older goes over and stand next to him.

"For one night only, come and witness the youngest Flying Graysons in their last performance." He says, climbing up to take the trapeze. His double doing the same.

"What are you doing?" He asks and the older just smiles.

"We're putting on a show, just for you and me, are you ready?" he asks and the younger nods uncertainly. "I'm not going to drop you Dick. I never would, we're going to be fine." And with that the younger nods, flying through the air and into Dick's arms. Dick grips him tightly, swinging him through the air.

The sight of the two boys on the trapeze would make anyone watching stand awestruck. The two orphans, sharing the same fate swinging gracefully through the air- Flying in fact. The two, together by fate, might become someone else, they might change, but no one could change this, no one could take this away from them. No one could take a Grayson away from a trapeze, no one could make them fall. Never again.

A/N: Was it worth it or not? I love little YJ Robin soo much!

So I hope you liked it I found it super hard to write in past tense so It took a lot longer.

Now onto the review thingies!

Red Blaze 16

There's too many fics where Slade is some all knowing evil guy. I have a feeling he did know. I think I said in the last chapter that he said he thought as much. I'm glad you still like it :)

MadamMeowB01

Lol sorry for jinxing you with my long absence. Thanks, I love writing Slade and Robin so I'm glad people like it. Don't worry, it's not a stupid question as all A/N stands for Author's Notes (I originally thought it meant After News lol it doesn't even make sense but that's what I thought XD)

Fangy

Sorry for the long wait my friend, but here you go ;P

Guest who wrote OMG! Love this story! Can't wait for the next update!

Thank you for your kind words my friend, I actually get super excited when I update so it's glad others do too.

Guest (from Venezuela)

Your words made my day. I received it during a math lesson and my friends were super confused as to why I was so happy during the most boring lesson. I'm super happy that you like my work and I have people form the other side of the world who read my stuff. By 'Just like Terra' I meant that when she didn't do the right thing she got an electric shock and was in terrible pain. That is actually an amazing idea, I'll have to add that in somewhere. Thanks for the idea. I love Jericho too, don't worry he is the chosen one (Just between you and me) And he definitely has a HUGE part in the next part of the story (So do some other people) I hope you enjoyed this chapter! :)

And so now I have to go to my Nanna's house and won't have my laptop :( don't worry though, the next chapter will be out by next weekend or early next week (Maybe even late this week) and I don't want to give anything away but the next chapter introduces everyone's favorite henchman/butler/friend/practically the coolest old man ever besides Alfred. So I hope you'll all be excited.

Pls review and tell me what you think about this chapter because I have an idea in the works for another similar chapter.

And so like always; this is Top Hat turning off her laptop for the day.

TTFN!
BBBBYYYYEEEE!

PS: Did anyone notice why I chose chapter 13 to be when Robin got his mask taken off? (It's in the chapter title)