It started out like another other day. He woke up around 6am to go jogging in the city park. He stopped at a local Starbucks to pick up something to drink. When he got home, he squeezed in a quick shower a quick shower and got dressed at about 7:45. Knowing that no one else was yet awake, he went downstairs to await his friends.

He entered the living room and sat down on the sofa. Digging through the cushions, he found the remote and tried watching something on TV. Failing his doomed attempt to find anything, he turned off the useless device and leaned back into the sofa. His eyes closed thinking about his life.

Up until this point in time it was all a blur. He'd heard stories of his wonderful parents and their tragic death. He'd heard the rumors of his long-lost sister living somewhere in the world. Many nights he'd wondered if there was something out there that could truly make all the hurt vanish. He'd started a new family by now. A family of friends. They were all he cared for in this world. But still, somewhere inside him there was a longing to know about…well, himself. His past. Why he was who he was. It seemed to him he'd never know.

Suddenly his thoughts were interrupted by flashing lights and that annoying sound. "Trouble," he whispered to himself.

"Titans, let's go!" he commanded, running through the tower and pounding on doors. "Get up!"

Raven, Cyborg, and Beast Boy came running towards their leader.

"Where's Starfire?" he questioned. The other titans shrugged. "Star?"

She came down the hall and to her teammates looking rather… well, sad. An unusual sight.

"Are you okay?" asked Raven, a little troubled that she couldn't read her friend's innermost emotions.

Starfire looked suddenly happier. "Why, of course, friend," she started, "But that is not important at the moment. Robin, what is the trouble?"

He explained the situation: a simple robbery at a downtown jewelry shop. No big deal. Or maybe it was.

When they got to the scene of the robbery, there was nothing there. No broken windows, no screaming or yelling, as a matter of fact, the store wasn't even open yet.

"What's going on," Cyborg questioned, "Beast Boy, this is a lame, lame prank."

"Yeah, right, dude," exclaimed B.B., "I'm not even awake at this time in the morning! You seriously think I'm gonna go around messing the alarm system just to prank you?"

"Maybe it was just a technical glitch," Robin suggested.

"Maybe not," replied Raven.

There was someone in the store, sitting down in the middle of the floor. The titans broke into the shop, ready to fight this new opponent. She looked like just an ordinary schoolgirl, mary-janes and black bobby-socks up to her knees. A red and white plaid skirt and a white blouse with a maroon tie. She was wearing a gray school jacket with a maroon "T" on the top right. She wore her jet-black hair in two identical braids with red ribbons tied into bows at the ends. The china blue eyes were calm and collected as she admired the diamond necklace she held in her hands.

"Is this some kind of joke," Beast Boy exclaimed, "She's just any other teenage girl!"

"Yeah," replied the girl, still looking at the necklace, "I'm just a normal kid, pretending to be abnormal…. A lot like you, Robin."

"What?" asked Robin, a little insulted at the girl's remark.

She looked up at him with a smirk. With a small laugh, she rose to her feet, put the necklace in the glass case from whence it came, and walked over to him. "You know exactly what I mean," she challenged, "You're no different from any other kid walking down the street."

"Ok, cut it out," said Robin, aggravated with the stranger, "I don't care who's normal, you're still a thief and you're still going to prison.

"Don't you have to actually steal something to be considered a thief, wonder-boy?"

"Well… yeah, but…. Don't call me 'wonder boy'…."

"I know your sister."

Robin paused. His sister? Was this some sort of joke? Or were all the rumors true? Was there actually someone out there who could give him all the answers about his past? Did he actually have a sister?

The girl got up. "Almost time for school," she announced, "I've got to jet. Nice meeting you, wonder-boy. Oh, and here," she handed him a small piece of paper with writing on it. "Call me if you have any questions."

Robin was stunned. He held the note, it read Stacy's waiting. Call Tasha 555-7890

What would he do now?

When the titans got home Robin went directly to his room. Who's Stacy? Was that girl Stacy? Or was she Tasha? Is that girl my sister?

His thoughts were interrupted by a knock on his door. He opened it to find only a picture of two little children: a young girl and looked like her twin brother. Wait, that little boy was… Robin. He flipped the note and found the reading: "Stacy and Dick Grayson, 3 years old"

"Dick Grayson?" Reality hit him. The little boy in the picture was….him. And the little girl…his sister? His sister. What would he do now? Call the number? Did that number hold the key to his past? Did his sister know about his past? Or did she even know about him?