Hey guys, I know it's a fast update and I should updating other stories. But I already started this one without a beta so it's somehow easier to update this once again without a beta than my other stories. Also I think my first chapter is a bit short. I don't mean short in length but in what actually happened…
So here is Chapter 2. Enjoy
"I feel really bad for hurting Robin like that," Wally said with his legs pulled up to his body as he leaned back in the green couch.
"Yes, it was rather stupid to think he would be okay with it after forcing him," Kaldur mumbled sitting next to Wally but in a more relaxed position.
"I still think Robin is over reacting," Conner said bluntly as he picked up the remote and fall down with a thud on the couch next to Kaldur.
"Robin is right," Artemis started from the other couch. "You guys have no idea how messed up those villains are in Gotham. It's not weird that Robin is afraid something would happen to us,"
"He said you grew up in Gotham…" Megan who sat on her right carefully started.
"Yeah," she started a bit absent. "We moved because it was so dangerous in Gotham and my parents loved to live closer to my uncle." The girl said as a perfect lie. She was glad The team didn't know she wasn't honest with them either.
"Hey, isn't that Robin's house?" Conner pointed at the mention what was on fire and showed on the breaking news. Four heads shot to the screen seeing the building fully covered in high reaching flames.
"Turn on the sound!" Artemis shouted at the clone wanted to hear what was told.
"Yeah, yeah," the Kryptonian said as he looked for the button on the remote to get the mute undone.
"-und on fire. According to eyewitnesses the fire was started by many different villains who apparently had just left the house. Also some witnesses claim to have seen on some of the criminals blood. Rumors tells that both Bruce Wayne as his adopted son Richard Grayson are killed by either the criminals or the by the set fire. We have one of the witnesses ready to talk right now, Matt to you." The screen flicked over from the blond and young lady to and older looking man around his middle age and a punk like boy next to him. The boy looked like he was around the age of 18 but it could have been easily different because of the look his cloths gave him.
"Can you tell me what you've seen this night?" the man asked and turned his mice to the punk.
"Well," the teens voice made it clear he was clearly not above 18. "I was like just having a walk and then all of the sudden I saw Two-Face run out of the mention and he swear I saw blood on him. And soon many others left the house and they started to set the house on fire. It was really weird."
"Thank you," the man said and returned to the camera. "Back to you Cat." The screen flicked back to the original news reporter with her full name Cat Grant in the screen. She went on about more details about the fire and the fireman not having the fire under control.
The teens were stunned. Could it be? Was there a change those criminals found out and killed them?
"We should help," Wally said as he rose ready for their newest mission.
"No we can't," Kaldur stopped the speedster before he could zoom off. "They may not know yet that they are the Dynamic Duo and us being there would make the only more suspicious."
"But those man had blood on them! Robin might be dying in there!"
"We can't," Kaldur's face was dead serious and made the speedsters heart drop. "Sorry, but we can't help Robin. It would be way to risky."
-\Day one 2AM/-
Hot blood dripped over his cold and pale face. How could this have happened? How did he ended up in the wet grass? How come he's now watching his own house burn down in blinding flames?
Fireman were busy trying to put down the flames. The did a good job because the upper part of the house seemed like it had been on fire too but the untamable flames had retread from that place.
The boy closed his eyes telling himself to straight up and remember. His head made him feel like he was tossed around. Could this be caused by the head wound he had? Most likely.
The darkness in his eyes where soon replaced by the memories.
"Good morning little bird and good night" The criminal fire the gun which was pointed at the teens temple.
The shocked boy moved without even knowing and dodged the bullet by an inch. The teen kicked the gun out of the rather ugly man's hand.
"What do you want from me!" the teen asked as he run to the door grabbing it ready to run for his life.
"What do you think?" the man said grabbing the gun from the ground. "Your life." Dick quickly shut the door and duck so the bullets what were fired flew over him. As he heard the heavy footsteps come closer he set in a run.
The door flew open showing the man with the half normal face and half monstrous face. "Come, come little bird. Are you scared without your mask and Daddy Bats?" the man shot two bullets at the boy who just in time jumped aside with a shriek.
He ran into another hallway but run up to the Joker and fall to the ground. "J-Joker!"
The maniac smiled widely and leaned down to face the boy closer. "Morning bird brains," the green haired clown smirked as he pointed also a gun on the youth.
Bang! Dick flinched at the sound but as his eyes opened he saw a flag with "bang!" written on it in many bright and different colors.
"Had you there, right?" the clown howled in laughter as he grabbed his stomach as he could not stop his laughter. "Okay, time to be serious," the man with red painted lips grabbed the shocked boy by his throat and pulled him roughly to his legs.
Richard proceed a few choking sounds at the rough treatment. "Joker!" Two-Face voice echoed through the hallway. "Let him go! He's mine!"
"Or what?" the clown seemed to lost any enjoyment he had second ago as his messed up smile was replaced by a serious face.
"I'll shoot both of you to your deaths," the other criminal shouted to the insane man.
"No way! He ran into my arms so he's mine now! You had to kill him when you got the change!" The Joker shouted and return his eyes to the boy in his hands just in time to see the boy kick him in his stomach. The clown let out a soft yelp as he dropped the boy and fell down. The teen run away again with the sounds of the shots fired by Two-Face on the background.
As he run into the next hallway he jumped into a room knowing it would stupid the hide there and hoped they would know so too and wouldn't look there. He climbed the wall and held himself up by the sealing and let his foot rest on the door post.
The door shot open the Dick's heart stopped beating for a second just like his breath. The Joker walked in but was yelled at before he could really look around.
"Like he would hide in a room! He's Robin, not stupid!" with that the clown walked out of the room and closed the door behind him.
A numbed "Yeah, yeah, just checking," sounded from the door.
The Raven-haired boy took a deep breath and sighed. He felt his heart beat again but now like crazy. How did they know who he was? And how the hell did they get in his house!
Bruce! Bruce must have known there are intruders. What if they have already found him?
The boy let himself fall down without a sound. He quickly opened the door a little seeing the hallway was empty and run out of the room into a different direction that he first would have go. Going via the normal way would be too risky so he went back to his room and climbed out of the window. He soon found himself on a rim of the building and carefully but swiftly climbed to the other side of the building. He opened the window climbed in and found an empty king sized bed.
He walked up to the bed seeing no blood or whatsoever what could tell him that Bruce was dead. Most likely he knew there were intruders and fighting them off. Or maybe he was in the Batcave. But why wouldn't he have woke him up first if he had so? Both ways where logical but the fact he had left his own son to sleep just didn't sound right. Maybe he was in trouble and just not killed in his bed.
Wait what if he wasn't a sleep in the first place? Maybe he's still at the cave scolding the team for pulling off his mask? What if they had entered the Batcave without being stopped by the security and made sure Batman could not return so they had all the time to kill him. What if they killed Batman while he came out of the Zeta Beam and wasn't on alert? Could it be that Batman was dead? That Bruce was dead?
Panic started to get the better of the boy as his angst for losing his father started to get a grip on him. He coiled up into a ball next to his fathers bed and felt tears burn in his eyes.
"No, no,no," the boy whimpered as he tried hard to stay cool.
His world felt as if it could collapse any minute. His father was most likely dead. His friends had betrayed him and he was number one on the "to kill" list of Gotham's bad guys. And not to forget that he was haunted down in his own house. Could this possibly get worse?
He sat there, legs pulled up and tears stinging his eyes until he heard a grunt from the hallway. He shot up, pushed back his tears as automatic reaction and tried to make as less noise as he walked to the door. He carefully pushed it open till a small creak of light showed him his father fighting the Riddler.
"Dad!" The boy pushed the door further open and leaped up to the Riddler kicking the green dressed man off is father. One other jump brought him back to the side of his father. "Dad, you're okay." The teen hugged his father quickly.
"I'm sorry that I couldn't wake you up. The Riddler kept me busy here," the man explained his ward. "Now if you would let go of me so we can fight?" The boy blushed as he let go of his father.
"Sorry, I actually though you were killed for a moment," Dick said as he took a fight position ready for the Riddler who had rose.
"Glad you're here. The more for me to kill," the man smirked and run into attack.
The Boy Wonder simply dodged the rod and kicked the man away. "You think you can handle the two of us?" the boy rose. "Think again. I can handle you even without my gadgets." The boy attacked the man by hitting him a few times and kicking him up to the wall.
"There he is!" a mercenary he recognized from an older mission run into the hallway. Bruce took care of the man by fighting him.
"Say, Bruce," Robin took a hit on his head and was sent to the wall with enough strength to make the boy yelp. He quickly jumped away before the next hit would hit him. "Where is you know who?" he asked as he touched his head flinching when he felt the raw flesh of the wound. He had gotten a good hit from that man.
"Safe, for now," Gotham's playboy said as he kick the gun out of the mercenary's hand.
Richard jumped up sending his knee into the Riddler's face knocking him out in once. He ran up to the man who his father was fighting and took over the role
"Go bring him somewhere safe!" The Raven-haired kid jumped the mercenary and kept them down. "I'll keep them off your back."
"But,"
"No buts!" The boy yelled back as he felt the rush of adrenalin run through his body hyping him up even more. He knew it was dangerous to be left behind. But it was Alfred's life what was at stake here. "I'll get out here as soon you get him out of here."
"Fine, but keep your pecker up," the man said and ran off. He knew he had to get Alfred out as soon as possible. Every second Robin, or Dick now, had to fight those man the more change he's not getting out of this house safe.
"Hey, stupid kid," Dick looked down at the man he had forced down on the ground. "Do you even realize how many people are here to kill you? You seriously think you'll survive this?"
"How many?" The teen demanded the blond man to speak.
"What does it matter? I'll be the one who's going to kill the bird," the man smirked an evil smile as found a way to move one of his hands and grabbed an extra gun he had. "Batsie forgot one," the man smiled as he shot the kid into his right upper arm.
The boy shrieked loudly as the metal tore the inside of his arm open. The raven grabbed his arm seeing blood pour out of it. He was shot before. But it hadn't felt this bad.
"Dumdumbullets* for extra fun," the man smirked as he approached the kid.
Robin had heard about such bullets before. Those ware even worse than normal bullets. Instead of just piercing the skin and body it splits open and bring way more damage than a normal bullet by ripping your body apart while it makes its way through you.
"Ready to know how it feels when this "fun" bullet goes through your heart?" the man pointed the gun at Dick's heart.
The raven-haired boy step aside while he grabbed the gun out of the man's hand. A move he had once see Kid Flash do. He wasn't as stupid as he sometimes seemed. The boy knocked the man out with the gun and left the scene.
As he was on chair making his way down he saw the Joker, Two-Face and Penguin standing by the front door. They were discussing. Loudly.
"I tell you that it's my right to kill the Bats and his son!" the figure with the long nose shouted.
"How is killing them possibly your right?" Two-Face asked in a unexpected polite way.
"I don't care about rights or any rubbish stuff like that. I just want to kill them and I want to have the fame for it!" the clown said as argument.
"How about this," Two-Face calmly started. He had something in mind, that was Dick certain off. "We all split up and the one who find him first gets to kill him."
"Hahahahaaa," the fat man laughed with his weird voice. "Like that'll work on me! You only say that so Joker and I run off and you get to wait for him here when he's going to flee from this house. No way!" the short man pointed his deadly umbrella at the man.
"There you have him!" the Joker shouted as he pointed at Robin who squatted half way the stairs.
The madman and the man in the suit run headlong to the stairs. The two made their way, clumsy, to the boy who simply kicked them down. He jumped down landing on the two and quickly knocked them out. He rose and fixed his eyes on the other opponent.
"You knew I could knock them out this easily. So you waited and now you have me all for yourself. Am I right?" the teen asked cocky.
"Sort of, yes," the man said and pulled his gun.
"You're that much of an coward? Come and fight me like a man!" the boy shouted. "Or are you scared of a little kid?" the boy said in a acted sweet and young voice which made him suddenly appear cute and very harmless. The big blue eyes had a big role in that fact.
"Tch, stupid kid," the man said and run op to the boy hitting the boy hard on his head where a wound was already made.
The boy gave a small yelp but kicked met man against his legs from the ground so he fell down. He got up and quickly settled down on the man, holding him on the ground with his knees. "You call me stupid? Look at yourself," the boy said before he fired a series of well-aimed hits in his face.
The man simply kicked the kid off him and started to place some heard hits in his stomach and head. After he had made the boy dizzy enough to be unable to react for a few second he grabbed the boy and threw his head hard against the wall. The youth let out a loud yelp and his knees gave in. The boy fell down to the ground and the world started to dance around him.
He felt blood run down his face and some even came in his eye making him half blind. He looked up trying hard to focus on the man who approached him. "Times up, Robin."
"Look there he is!" Dick looked up to see a bunch of other villains and goons come down the other stairs. They started to fight each other. They all wanted to have the first side-kick's death on their name.
One even started to shoot with a flame thrower at the others. The carpet they stood on quickly burst into flames making the bad guys step aside. This gave Robin time. Time to escape.
While the criminals kept fighting each other the boy slipped into another room and opened a window. He climbed through it and started to walk off. He couldn't run anymore. The hot pain in his head made him dizzy and he was not sure but he thought that even sleep started to kick in. Why? He was used to nights without sleep. He just needed to focus and get out. Get out before they found him.
As the boy got to the forest he started to doubt if that was really the right choice. Yes, he would not be seen so quickly but he saw so many trees and he knew there had to be way less. He started to see double. Maybe even triple.
As he thought to approach a "fake tree" and wanted to walk through it he ended up walked into it and fall backwards and just laid there in the wet grass. He couldn't think. All he could see was the trees around him move together with the rest of the world. Was the world teasing him? Rubbing in the fact he could not even walk through a forest normally? His head was hurting so badly. It was pounding like nuts.
Back to the world. Why was it moving so much. Wait! Was the world moving or was he moving! Maybe both. It sure felt like it. He even felt like throwing up. Like he was in a bad rollercoaster. Just Before he could make up his mind the word started to fade. It was all black and all what was left was the feeling of being tossed around.
That was what happened… how he ended up here. Well he knew Bruce and Alfred are both okay for now. That is at least one worry less.
Dick turned to his stomach, placed his hands on the ground and pushed himself up to his knees. His head was still hurting badly and not to forget spinning around like crazy.
The boy felt something warm drip on his chest and looked down seeing blood. His head turned to see the place he had laid and saw a puddle blood. He had bleed that much already? If he keeps on bleeding this bad… He needs help.
The raven grabbed the tree beside him, the one he most likely walked into, and pulled himself back to his feet. He placed his back against the trunk and looked down seeing his light blue pajamas. He could not walk around like this. At least not if he wants to blend in. And that was the whole idea of escaping his house.
Bruce had once told him what to do when his ID would be compromised. It was pretty simple. Flee, blend in and do anything to not be found again. Simple but not always easy. He had a hard start. And it is the night so buying cloths was not an option. Stealing was, sadly, the only option left.
The boy started to walk down the road he was close to and made his way down to the city. Lucky it was late at night so there were less people to see him and the ones who were there didn't seem to notice him.
He soon arrived in the city and looked for a big store who could handle missing a few cloths. He already felt bad for stealing so he didn't want to ruin a store with it too.
He found a department store and easily got in without triggering any alarms. Being the protégé of the Dark Knight does give some benefits. He got some cloths but before he dressing himself with it he started to rip his pajamas to parts. He used it to bind his head to make it stop bleeding, bind his arms so it would not bleed so badly too and cleaned his face with it. Since he had bleed for a while his face was smeared in blood. Not a nice sight.
He got dressed and took a hat to hide the pajama strips who served as bandage. He also took a bag and put some other clothes into it. He couldn't live with just one pair of cloths.
Dick was about to leave but let his eyes fall on a mirror seeing himself in the reflection. He walked closer to it seeing his face was even though the hat still too recognizable. He looked around seeing a shoe store, optician, snack bar, a party shop and next to that a hairdresser salon. A small smile crept up to his face as a plan started to make its way in his head. He quickly walked to the optician and took a pair of glasses he set them on and saw how his face look much different from its usual look.
He walked further to the party shop who read the sign "Hero Shop". Robin smiled. "How coincidental," the boy said to himself as he entered the shop. The shop was mostly filled with superhero costumes and other costumes you would find in a dress up party. He found what he was looking for as he took some brown contact. Many people had complement him for his deep colored eyes. Some even said he had such a unique color. So a different color for the eyes would be handy.
He looked for a mirror and found one in the corner of the store where the little hair goodies were displayed. He easily placed them in. He had used contacts before when he and Bruce were somewhere "undercover". He blinked a few times because of the stinging feeling the dry lenses on his eyes gave him. A few tears solved the problem quickly. He replaced the glasses on his nose and saw two whole different colored eyes look back at him in the mirror. That did much. But not enough.
He got two other contact lenses in the same color and got out of the store. He easily made his way into the next store. The hairdresser store. He took a few hair dying products placed it in his back and was about to leave again. His eye felt on a wig. He could use that one too. If he can't find a place to dye his hair or needs to change his hair quickly a wig would make the perfect solution.
He grabbed it and placed it in his bag and left the departments store. All he needed now was a place where he could use some first aid and get some rest. He had lost much blood and he needed time to recover from that.
If he took a bit luxury hotel he could pay via his father's bank account by just giving the number and a signature. Lucky Bruce left him a "emergency bank account" he had access to. Most of this day was already provided by Bruce so he had trained Robin and told him many ways to get blended in. Not taking a luxury hotel was one of them unless it was an emergency. And he guessed that this was one.
-\/-
I walked into the third hotel who looked like one who would take checks and entered it. Two times before they refused to let me in. guess I do look a bit suspicion with my gym bag over my shoulder and a hat. They could easily see my for a robber. A middle age man in a red and black suit stood behind the desk. He was clearly surprised to see somebody dressed like me enter his hotel.
"Can I have a room?" I tried to sound as young as possible. It may give the man a bit more easy feeling. I know that in Gotham even 14 year olds sometimes are robbers but not that often.
"Sorry, we're full," the man answered polite.
"Err, I just want a room. Nothing big,"
"We're full," the man replayed.
I knew I was still bleeding too much. I needed help and quick. But at this rate I will not even get to the next hotel. "I understand I look like a bad guy but I seriously need a place to stay!"
"As I said, we're full." The man seemed insulted by what I said.
I leaned against the desk, my head spinning around. My blood loss was too much to stay on my feet for any longer. "Look, my house is burned down and I'm wounded. I need help," Seeing the man's face made me clear he thought I was kidding him. I took of my hat and glasses and took the contacts out of my eyes. "I'm serious! Haven't you seen the news? I don't know where Bruce is and I'm bleeding badly."
"But," the man started a bit shocked to see who I actually was. "I really don't have any rooms left. They're all taken."
"I don't care if I have to sleep in a closet or anything. I just need to patch up my wound and rest, till I got enough blood to move further."
The man sighed and seemed to think for a moment. "Fine, come with me," he said as he made up his mind.
"Thank you," I fallowed the man over the flawless red carpet.
He walked further into the building and the carpet was soon replaced by normal work floor. This must be the place where only staff members are allowed. He opened an old looking door with "Closet 601" written on it. It led to a small room with the same red carpet as the normal hallways had. It was empty except for the few staff clothes what hung there. The uniform looked different from what the man was wearing and I was not sure but thought it might be from the cleaning staff, due the leak of strong colors and the many more pockets it had. It looked like a belt could be wore around the upper structure and the many gray tones made it look less important than the normal staff uniforms.
"You can stay here for now," the man said and turned around to leave again.
"Ah," I wanted to speak up but saw him look at me.
"I'll get the first aid and some comfort but you have to wait here. They can't know you're here or my boss we'll kick me out," the man said and closed the door.
The room was a pretty uncommon shape. There was around two steps of something what could be a little corridor and the rooms it selves, without the corridor, was a rectangle and just big enough for a single bed and a little room to walk. Though no bed was in it and the room looked like it wasn't used for years. I sat down in the corner which you couldn't see if you only opened the door. I felt the soft carpet as my hand circled around on the red fabric.
I notice that I was shaking. I needed to fix myself as quick as possible or I would faint before I could do anything and I'm afraid that man don't know how to take care of me.
The door opened again and I saw light shine on the wall which was across the room. The man closed the door quickly behind him and I saw him appear from the corridor with a hand full of pillows and a blanked. In his other hand he had a first aid box. He sat down in front of me and opened the box.
"So where are you hurt?" he asked me with a plaster ready in his hand.
I took off the "bandage" from my head and the man became a bit pale at the sight of the two wounds on my head.
"Err," He started to searched through the box and looked a bit taken off guard. Guess he hadn't thought I was this seriously wounded.
"I can handle it," I said as I leaned over the box finding quickly the stuff I needed.
"But didn't you say you needed help?" he said. He actually wanted to help me.
I smiled. "I needed first aid and a place to rest. So yeah I needed help," I said as I got some cotton and disinfectant. I put some of the moisture on the cotton and started to deb it on my wounds. I let out a hiss as the fabric touched my open flesh.
When I finished cleaning the wounds I took out some gauze and placed it on my wounds. I quickly wrapped it up with bandages so it would stay in place.
"How did you end up with such wounds?" the black-haired man asked me as I took off my shirt.
"They tried to kill me before they set Wayne mention on fire," I said as I released my arm from the bandage and felt the blood pour out fast. I needed to do this fast.
I took a pair tweezers from the box and started to fish in my wound. The staff member became even more white in the face.
"What is your name?" I asked to distract the man from my wound.
"Simon," the man's eyes followed my hand as I took out a piece of the bullet and laid it on the used cotton.
"Well, you most likely know my name," I said as I was once again in my wound fishing for other pieces. Stupid dum dum bullet.
"Yes, I do," the man said as he could not release the wound from his look.
I let out another hiss. "The wound have closed up too much. Can you give me a hand or two?"
"Err, sure. What do you want me to do?" I knew the man would not like what I wanted him to do. But I needed to get those pieces of bullets out of my arm.
"Well, I want you to open my wound further and keep it open while I try to get the remaining pieces out of it," I saw the man disgusted face. I didn't know he could but he had even become more pale as he looked at my wound.
"Open it?"
"Please?"
The man sighed. "Okay," he took my arm and looked at me. "You're sure about this?" I nodded and he started to pull the wound open.
I could not help but groan as I felt the raw flesh ripped further open creating a new wound. "Good, hold it like that," I said and tried to smile to comfort the man. But I bet it looked weird, the smile I gave him.
I started to search for the last parts from the bullet in my wound and after a good ten minutes finally finished.
"How come the bullet is shattered like that? I don't know much about weapons but I often see in the movies that bullets stay in one piece," The man said as he looked at the bloody pile of little bullets shards.
"You're right, normal bullets stay in one piece. But this was no normal bullet what was fired at me. It was a dum dum bullet. It spits open and create more damage on a person's body. I was lucky I was not hit in my torso. The change I wouldn't have survived that was very big." I took out a needle and suture out of the first aid and pushed my wound close.
I started to attached the wound and after that bandaged it so the little blood what still came out was captured by the fabric. "So, done."
"You sure know a lot about this," Simon said as he picked up all the things I had used.
"Got kidnapped often. So sometimes I ended up patching myself,"
He nodded and rose. He walked toward the door but stopped to look back at me. He frowned and I saw his lips move. I could not hear what he said and I started to see double. A extreme feeling of sleep fell over me. I recognized the symptoms. I had lost too much blood.
I saw him approach me but before he reached me everything went black. I felt my head fall to the back and then everything stopped.
*Just google it if you don't understand what it is after reading a little further.
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