here is a little sneak peak.

(There'll be a 2 years jump)

Dick sighed in relieve as he flopped down on his bed. He closed his eyes for a moment and tried to relax his aching muscles. He was so tired. He threw a quick glance at the clock. Well, no wonder I'm tired, he thought, It's three am.

He was half asleep when his phone rang. Dick groaned annoyed and rubbed his eyes, taking his phone from the nightstand. Who the hell was calling him at three am?!

"Hello?" He asked groggily.

"Richard Grayson?" The voice was definitely male.

"Yes? Who's there?" Dick frowned. Why did the voice sound to strangely familiar?

"Don't you remember me?"

So Dick did know him! Just from where?

"I'm sorry, but who are you?"

"Where would be the fun in telling you?" An unpleasant shudder ran down Dick's spine. The voice sounded... evil. Young, yet more grousome than most. Dick narrowed his eyes and thought about just ending the call, but the stranger stopped him.

"I know what you did, Grayson. I guess I should be thanking you, that way, I didn't have to do it myself."

Dick's heart tightened, and Dick didn't know why. His chest felt so heavy, just like...

"No..."

"Ah, so you've figured it out already." It sounded like he was pouting. "But I wanted to tell you! Now you spoiled my surprise."

"I don-"

"You know exactly what I'm talking about, Robin."

Dick jumped out of his bed, pressing the phone nearer to his ear, as if he'd misheard, but he knew he didn't. His heart was beating wildly and his hands shook. This was bad, really bad.

"How...?"

The guy chuckled and Dick had a feeling that, before this was over (whatever this was), he'd get involved into something he'd do anything to escape from.

"Oh dicky-bird." Dick flinched. Hearing his nickname said with such venom was something new. "I know you, know your every thought. You're scared, because I know something that you've tried to bury under smiles and laughs. You're angry, but not at me, at yourself, for being so weak." He spit the lat word and Dick flinched again. Not because of the harsh words, but because it was all true. Whoever was on the other end of that call really knew him and knew how to get under his skin, how to torture him, just through words.

"Does your family know? Do they know that they have a murderer amongst them?" There was a short pause. "Well, two of your dear siblings are already killers, aren't I right. The youngest, the Demon Brat, and the Hood, your Little Wing."

Dick ran a panicked hand through his hair. How did he know how Dick called them? Their identities; one thing. But personal stuff like that...

"Are you feeling me breathing down your neck? Down your families neck?"

Dick sapped. "Just tell me what the hell you want!"

He could hear satisfied laughter. "So now your losing your temper. I just have to mention your family and you snap. Interesting."

Dick knew that he was just mocking him and that he shouldn't let it get to him, but his breaths were becoming shorter and shorter until he was nearly panting. He was having a freaking panic attack and a pretty bad one, too.

"Leave my family alone." Despite his racing heart, his voice sounded dangerously calm. Like the clam before the storm.

"Like you left mine alone?"

"What?"

"Two years ago, you killed my father."

And then it all klicked. Joker's missing body, how someone could know their real identities, why the voice sounded so familiar...

"You're Joker's son."

"Finally. And I thought you were the smart one."

Dick closed his eyes.

"You want revenge."

"No, I don't. My father was a disease. I want justice. An eye for an eye... a father for a father."

For a second, Dick forgot to breath. "You won't be able to touch him. No matter how good you are, he's better." But even in his own ears, he didn't sound very convincingly.

"Oh, I know. But my partner already beat him once and he'll do it again. And lucky for you, he still has unfinished business with you." Dick's heart missed one beat as he closed his eyes in realisation. He was inferior.

"What do I need to do for you to stay away from him."

"Not just him. I'm pretty sure a few people in Gotham would pay millions to hear the Batman's and his little club of sidekicks' identities. Don't you agree?"

Dick leaned his back against the wall and let a silent tear drop down his chin. He despised blackmail.

"Why me? Why not anyone else?"

"Because I'm not interested in the anyone else."

Of course not. It was always him. The first Robin, the first sidekick.

"Just tell me what to do."

"Given up so quickly? A shame, tormenting you is so much fun."

Dick didn't response. He knew that he wouldn't get out of this. He took a deep breath. Dick hated begging, but he'd do it for his family.

"Please, just tell me what you want from me. I'll do anything if you leave them alone."

"Did I scare you so much you actually started begging? This worked out better than I imagined." He could practically feel the gleeful grin.

"You can't do anything. Just wait until we make our next move. My partner is dying to see you again, and honestly, so am I.

I want you to jump at every sound, thinking that it could be me, ready to take you or one of your siblings. I want you to live in constant fear of losing everything you've worked so hard for. I want you to live in pain until I come and get you. Because then, you'll be mine and no one will be able to save you, not even the bats. Oh, and I suggest you keep this conversation to yourself. I already proved that I have intel on your personal life, and you don't want me to let all Gotham know who their heroes really are, do you?"

"Y-you can't-"

"I can. Until then, I suggest you start saying your goodbyes. I will keep my eyes open for a little yellow-caped bird."

"But I'm not-"

But the phone call had already ended.

"Robin anymore," finished Dick his sentence in a whisper. So many things didn't make any sense. The man had said that he's anxious to see him again, but Dick had never met the Joker's son. And his voice, first, he thought that it sounded so familiar because of his familiarity with the Joker, but there was something else. He had heard that voice before, which should be impossible, but he was sure of it. He already knew his new blackmailer. And now he was targeting Damian, too, because he didn't know that Dick left behind the mantle of Robin.

How could things go wrong so fast? One mistake and his whole world comes crumbling down upon him, burying him under tons of lies, blackmail and pain.