Dick was sitting on his bed with a blanket wrapped around him. He was in his bedroom joined by his brothers. Jason was sitting on his desk chair, backwards. Tim was sitting on the desk itself and Damian was sitting on the bed with him. Today was the day Barbara was coming back to the manor and he was going to have a proper meeting with her.

"So I dated her?" Dick said looking at his brothers.

"Sure did Goldie. You were in love, she broke up with you." Jason smiled.

"Why?"

"She broke up with you a lot," Damian shrugged.

"Then why did I keep getting back together with her?"

"You have a thing for red heads," Tim looked up from the cup of coffee he was drinking.

"I'm not expected to be with her right? She-she could be the one who killed me..."

"Barbara isn't the one who killed you," Bruce entered the room, "and she is here."

"You don't know that!"

"And nor you. Are you ready?"

"I won't be alone right?"

"No I will be there the whole time."

"And we won't be far," Jason grinned

Bruce shot a look at him, knowing last time he was a little to excited to know Dick went off on her.

"And I will keep an eye on Jason."

"I'll watch then both since I don't trust Drake." Damian added.

Dick walked over to Bruce, who placed a hand on his eldest son's shoulder. He lead him to the kitchen where Barbara was sitting. Purposely Bruce had them sitting opposite each other at the long table.

"Dick..." She stood up and tried to get closer. When she closed the gap by half.

Bruce put his hand up to stop her from walking more. "Barbra."

She rolled her eyes and stopped. "Right fiasco," she mocked.

"Fiasco?" Dick looked to his father.

"That's what he's calling you attacking me."

"You attacked me first."

"It wasn't an—" she sighed knowing she would get nowhere.

"Did you kill me?" Dick asked bluntly he tuck the white streak of hair behind his ear.

"What!? No! Why would you think that!"

"No reason..."

Bruce looked at his son. This was the second time he mentioned that he thought Barbara was responsible for his death, he knew something about his death that he wasn't telling. That was going to be something he would ask him about later.

"Dick," Bruce said gently he knew he had to take his time with him and Barbara.

"I can't believe you're alive…" she looked at the white streak that was now resting on his right ear. She took two small steps closer.

Noticing this Dick took two steps back. "I am…"

"We have all missed you," she tried to look him in the eyes, searching for any signs of recognition. All she could see was fear.

Bruce was picking up on this fearful look in Dick's cerulean blue eyes. "Dick why don't you say bye to Barbara and go back to you room.

The young man looked at his father and nodded, "Thank you…" he then looked to Babs, "Bye…" he turned and left.

"At least he didn't attack me," She said.

"I've told you it's nothing personal. You snuck up on him—"

"And scared him I know, but all could have been avoided if you told me!"

"We have had this conversation before,"

"Yes, you have your reasoning, I get it…thanks for letting me see him." She spoke genuinely before she sighed and left.

Bruce went to check on Dick. "Son?" He looked into the eldest son's room to see him with his brothers.

"You want to know what I mean when I said that she killed me…" he looked down like a guilty child not wanting to look into the face of their parent.

"I do," Bruce kept his voice gentle not wanting to scare him off, or piss him off.

Dick twisted his hands together and licked his lips trying to think of what he wanted to say. "I remembered something…even before she scared me…I don't know much…I remember seeing red hair and smelling perfume…"

"Anything else?" Bruce asked.

All eyes were on Dick waiting on him to continue speaking.

"No." He spoked a very long hesitation


Bruce was sitting at the Batcomputer going over everything he knew about Dick's death. He had all the images from the night that he and Damian picked him up, as well as the pictures from when Jason, Tim, and Damian went back a few days later. There was one single audio file. Next to him on the deck was escrima stick that Dick had etched B.Y.E. into it and the mystery tooth in the petri dish. It was then Bruce noticed a file he didn't create.

He clicked on it and pulled up a file to a circus. Bristol, Yardley, and Easton. His eyes gazed upon the weapon. B.Y.E. was not Dick bidding his family farewell, it was a clue.

Bruce folded his hands in front of his face looking at the screen, for the first time since Dick's death in May he finally had a strong clue as to what happened that night. He could feel his heart racing, he didn't know why he was having this strong reaction, it wasn't like him to be overcome by emotion. He started switched to another screen and started to look into the circus to see if he could make any guesses as to what enticed Dick to look into them or what they had to do with his death.

Hearing soft footsteps from behind him Bruce turned around to see who was coming, though he did have a guess he knew the sound of footsteps of his four sons, and other close to him.

"I didn't want to say anything until I found out more..." Dick spoke softly.

"Come take a seat," he gestured to another seat.

The young man nodded and and took it. "I had a dream...well a memory in dream form. What would you call it?"

"What do you remember?"

"Meeting Nikolina...she was a fortune teller at Haly's..." Dick let out a deep breath everything was becoming real. "She knew who I was. Figured it out, it's was the Grayson flair. Anyway...she told me that they hurt people."

"So you probably went to investigate them and figure out what they did. And they found you out and killed you for it," the last words stung to say.

Dick nodded to twist his hands together. "But..."

"You don't know what they did."

"No."

"Do you want to find out?" Bruce looked Dick in the eyes waiting to read him, to know what he wanted.

"To find out why I died? Yes..."

"Take a seat, let's do this together," Bruce said.

"We should start with when they were in Blüdhaven and work backwards," Dick said, "clearly I saw something then, if we can figure out what it was..."


"Dick, you need to eat," Tim said coming down with a plate of food."

"You're one to talk Drake," Damian said right behind him.

"Thank you," Dick said taking the plate from him.

"What have you found Grayson?" Damian sat down next to Dick eating the chips off his plate.

"Where ever the circus goes days late people are reported missing. That can't be a coincidence," He looked at Tim.

"Can I try? See if I..." his eyes gazed at the computer.

Dick laughed. "Okay you can help."

Tim gently moved the eldest brother out of the way and took his seat and started to work quickly. He had been itching to work this, but he was respecting his brother by not taking over.

"Here's the list of people who were reported missing up to a week after the circus. Can you see if any of them who attended the circus? I can't find anyone who posted—"

"Most of them. I can't confirm them all but enough of them know it wasn't a coincidence."

"You found all that out while I was talking!?" He couldn't help but to smile. He knew Tim would be the perfect person to help him.

"Did you doubt me?" He smirked.

"Never!"

"Who do I kill?" Damian asked.

"No one!" The other two said.

"We know people went missing around the circus, but now why?" Dick asked.

"It's going to take a while, but I'm going to run everyone's pictures though a facial recognition software in case they appear anywhere else. That's a long shot...I'll focus on places the circus has gone to make the net smaller." The tech genius already started to work on this task.

"Thanks Tim."

"Grayson of your going to need to take them on, you need to get back up to father's standards. I'll train you," Damian offered up.

Tim snorted.

"I'll spar with you," Dick out his arm around his youngest brother.

"Good, I won't hold back on you."

"I don't expect you too," He smiled as they went to the training area while Tim worked on the computer. "Remember I'm stronger than before."

"I took on my grandfather, I can take on you."

"Are we placing bets?" Jason said pulling into the cave on his motorcycle.


A/N: Long time no update, but so much was discovered. As always thanks for reading, favs, and comments!