Learn to Fly.

By Ryoko.

It's all in the blood, you either have it, or you don't. If your big brother has it, then there's a chance that you will too. I wanted to see if this could be done without it being tacky as hell.

Prologue.

"So, this is what it took to get the two of you back together, huh?" Matt looked down at the two graves, a single white rose lay on each. "I really miss you, mom." He held back a tear and smirked, "Yeah, sorry, you too, dad." He looked up at the purple night sky, thinking of what to say to his parents that wouldn't get them mad at him or his brother. "Terry is looking after me, I guess you know that, but he's really great –don't tell him that though. Mr. Wayne is schway, but he can be a bit moody sometimes" he laughed, "He sure as hell makes Terry work for his money- Oh, sorry" he jumped, remembering how both of his parents hated cursing. Hearing a noise in the distance, Matt turned his attention to the rumbling of an engine and shouting. "Funny, the gates are locked" he said to his parents. "How did they get in here?" He looked back to the two headstones. "I'd better check it out. Bye mom. Bye dad." With that, the young teenager disappeared into the shadows.

"Slag it Bubba –trash something and let's bail already-"

"Slag you more like, I'm Busy here dumb shi-"

"-But grave yards give me the willies, ya know?" A joker dressed in black and luminous pink revved up the engine on his bike in an attempt to get his friend to move faster.

"I'm on it Lank, hey, how about this one?" He swung a chain like a cowboy over his head, hitting the back of an extremely large monument, the largest that could be seen.

"Do I look like I care?!" The guy in pink whispered, all be it at the top of his voice. Ignoring his companion, and getting bored with his toy chain, he tucked it back into his belt and instead took from it a can of red spray paint.

"I think you've been huffing too much of this stuff" he said, as the bike and its rider inched further away from him. "What the Hell do you think is going to be in a freaking grave yard this time of night?"

"You never know," whispered a chilling voice from the other side of the enormous gravestone.

"Gah!!" the two Jokers jumped out of their skins at the voice, there was a 'crack' and the area seemed to fill with smoke. "Gah-oof!!" came the sound of the Joker as he dropped the can of paint, out of sight of the other as the smoke engulfed them both.

"B-B-Bubba?" For a moment there was silence, as the smoke began to clear, a streak of black and green could be seen streaking through the white mist. A noise at the rear end of his bike caused him to spin around. The sound of the air escaping from his back tyre was more than auditable in the silence of the cemetery.

"Beat it, jerk" came the mysterious voice again. The Joker didn't need to be told twice, his bike screeched, turning and skidding as it sped away down the gravely path, flat tyre and all.

"Hmph-Jokers" muttered the young Robin as the other Joker too started to get up and flee in the opposite direction. Then there was nothing. "Hey, Mr and Mrs Wayne" the young boy turned to the monument. "Nice night, huh?"

Note: Yeah, I know, Matt as Robin really does scream "really obvious and tacky", so I will be really glad if someone reads this and doesn't think, "Well, that was dumb". Here's hoping!! Dai Wailing! It CAN be done, and I'm going to prove it!!