And here is the promised preview! Yay! Please enjoy, and review if you want, so, yep! Sorry it's short and may be a wee hard to understand due to the fact that it's a god bit into the story, but... yep.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own. Or the following tory would not be in development, but development of a movie. Hehe, that'd be so cool...

(PS: Dick is just coming out of a medically induced coma, so... yah)

Bruce looked hopefully at the ebony haired thirteen year old before him.

Dr. Leslie nodded, smiling in relief. It was over. Dick was waking up, finally. Bruce looked back at his son, his heart stopping when he heard a soft moan.

Dick's eyes scrunched before slowly cracking to reveal groggy yet brilliant electric irises. He seemed uncomfortable for a minute, squinting around before his eyes settled on Bruce, then he turned to the baited Alfred and Leslie, all impatiently waiting for some response. Dick turned his head back to Bruce, his eyes relaxing from squinted slits to their usual almond shape.

When nothing was said, Bruce took the initiative. "Dick?"

After a moment of hesitation Dick answered, "Y-yeah?"

"Are you alright?" he prompted.

More hesitation. "Uh-huh."

"Are you thirsty, Master Dick?" Alfred held out a glass of water.

"Master?"

"Yes, young sir, a title, now are you thirsty?"

Dick stared distantly at the clear glass, before blinking slowly and warily taking it from Alfred. "Thank you."

"Of course, young sir." Alfred pulled back to stand worriedly behind Dr. Leslie. This was not how they imagined the waking from the coma to go. Dick shifted in the awkward silence.

"Um… how are you?" Dick asked Bruce skittishly.

"Fine." Bruce shifted. "Are you sure you're fine?"

"Yeah, of course I'm okay… why wouldn't I be?" Despite that possibly sounding defensive, it came across innocent and horribly confused.

Leslie stared at the Boy Wonder incredulously. "You've got to be kidding me."

"W-what?" Dick snapped his head around to her.

"You just exploded."

"What?" Dick stared in shock. "How'd that happen? How am I still alive?"

"Well…" Leslie corrected her misspoken words, "You were caught in an explosion, you didn't explode."

"Oh, ok…" he said, still painfully confused.

"Dick?" Bruce asked again. Something was not right.

"Yes?"

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing, nothing…"

"Dick." By now both Leslie and Alfred were quiet, awaiting the answer to the billionaire's question- or demand, whichever it was.

"I- I don't remember." Dick finally relented.

"Remember what?" Bruce wasn't so sure if that was a bad thing, after all he had been through the past three months… but still.

"I don't know…"

"Dick, what's the last thing you remember?"

"Well…" Dick met his eyes. "Thing is, I don't remember… anything." Leslie's eyes widened, Alfred gulped and Bruce stiffened.

"Dick… what's your name?" Alfred bit his lip.

"I don't know."

Dun, dun, DUUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN! That is my preview. Bam. And to make this clear, the whole story line has nothing to do with the amnesia, that's just a piece of the ridiculously complex storyline. Oh, and GrayBats, this is part of the story we were talking about! Anyway! So yep, and see ya later! Bye! Love you guys!

~Universe