So I know I said that this chapter would have big major characters and I meant the rest of the JL but this chapter worked itself much longer. I still think it's pretty ok but I apologize to those who wanted to see them. You just have to get through this chapter and I will try and bring it out as soon as possible.

Getting Back to the Way Things Were

Once again a dark room with several TV's was swallowed in light as Time Catcher opened the door and stormed in slamming the door shut behind him. He waited a few minutes in the dark tapping his foot impatiently and one by one the TV screens turned on illuminating the room in blue.

"Who are you," a deep woman's voice announced.

"My name is Time Catcher and we seem to have a bit of a problem."

"And what kind of problem would that be," a man in a French accent asked.

"In another time you once asked me to change history. I did so but it seems that something has gone wrong."

A dark laugh came from another screen. "That sounds absurd. You would have us believe that we hired you to change history. Why would we do such a thing if we would not be able to remember the benefit of it?"

Time Catcher reached into his pocket and pulled out a piece of paper and a recorder.

"Here are all your signatures signed and documented on the contract that we hold and the recording of it if you think that I forged it." Time Catcher said pressing play.

"We the Light hereby ask that the man who calls himself Time Catcher to rewrite history and right the wrong so that we may bring the world into the light."

"And if that isn't enough please enlighten me on where your so called Superboy is. Surly he didn't just up and disappear from his pod did he," Time Catcher said with a laugh

The room was silent.

"What did we ask you to do?" One of them asked.

"You had me change a certain boy's history so that the Justice League would be altered."

"There is no Justice league," the woman said.

"No there isn't. But before I changed the time stream there was. If I do not correct the problem then you will have the full force of the league once again. I will be in need of your assistance if you want things to stay the way they are now."

The room was heavy with silence. "You have our help," the French accented man said and Time Catcher smiled eerily.

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"You need a secret identity," Bruce said as everyone sat around the dining room table. Flash, who was currently out of his costume and was nothing more than Barry Allan nodded in agreement.

"While I know I said Wally can come with us I don't need everyone to know who he is," he said.

"Why don't we just give them their original uniforms?" Superboy asked.

"Oh can I? What did I look like?" Wally asked excitedly. M'gann stood up and with a spin she morphed into a feminine version of Kid Flash.

"Is it wrong that I think I'm hot," Wally asked just like he did the first time and rested his chin in his hands causing M'gann to laugh.

"What about…what about me," Dick asked quietly sitting next to Bruce. M'gann raised her hands and stating from the tips of her finger's she morphed into the persona of Robin. His eyes widen silently. He got up and walked over to M'gann and she let him brush his hand over the material of the R on the top.

"Do you like it?" M'gann asked with a smile.

"It's really similar to my old acrobat costume… My mom and aunt made matching ones for the whole family," Dick said with a sad smile remembering the old times.

"If I may be of some service," Alfred said standing next to Bruce. "If you still have the clothing I can help turn it into your costume much faster than if I was to start from scratch."

Dick nodded. "It's back at the foster home, which is where I really should be heading back to now. They might not have noticed me gone last night but if I don't show up every once and a while they'll notice one of their meal tickets are gone," he said with a sour face. Bruce stood up and looked at Alfred.

"Begin working on Wally's costume then. I will be taking Dick to the house and help him collect his belongings." He said. Alfred nodded with a smile.

"You don't have to do that Mr. Wayne. I'll just go there grab my costume and tell them that I'll be out for a few days. They won't really care," Dick explained but was ignored as Bruce walked out of the room. The group followed him into the hallway and Alfred grabbed the man's jacket and helped him out the light coat on.

Bruce opened the door and gestured for Dick to follow him. Dick looked back at the teens who waited for him to leave. Dick looked at Wally who smiled to him. Dick noticed the red head scratching his arm but just smiled back and walked through the open door.

Dick knocked on the door to the small apartment and it was open by an older woman with curlers in her brown hair and dressed in a bathrobe over a t-shirt and pajama pants. She looked at the Dick and Bruce dully with a cigarette dangling from her mouth and the sounds of children laughing and crying filled the house behind her.

"Richard where have you been?" she said with a cough and grabbed him roughly by the arm. He was pulled inside and the woman looked back at the well-dressed man.

"I'm sorry for whatever he did. I'll punish him just…don't call the cops," she said adding the last part in a whisper.

"I'm not here to complain Mrs…"

"Oh Mrs. Farnsworth," she said with another cough. Bruce tried not to look disgusted as flem flew onto his suit.

"Yes well Mrs. Farnsworth I'm here to adopt Richard," he said politely. Dick stuck his head out from behind his caregiver in surprise as the cigarette dropped from the woman's mouth. The teen knew he was going to stay with Bruce for a little bit but he didn't think he was going to be adopted.

"You…want to adopt…Richard, Bu, bu, but he's just a little circus brat," she explained in surprise.

"That's a private matter." Bruce said.

"Well I can't just give him to you. We need to write up the papers and go through the court system and…"

"Mrs. Farnsworth I'm a very busy man," Bruce said taking a small booklet from his pocket. "Let's see if we can work something out for now and then I can get back to you with the court procedures later," he said writing something on the booklet and ripping a piece of paper out. He handed it to the woman who opened her eyes.

"Twenty-tho…tho…thousand dollars!" she exclaimed looking at the check in her hands. She then noticed the signature. "Bruce Wayne," she said in amazement and tried to tidy up her hair. "Please come in and let us work something out," she said gesturing for Bruce to come inside.

"Thank you," Bruce said walking inside. He looked at Dick who took the hint and ran to his room to grab his stuff. The teen grabbed his worn out duffle bag and began to stuff his close in. He stopped for a second and he lifted his old trapeze costume; the only thing that he had left of his family. It was too small for him now but he would love it if he would be able to don the clothing once again. As he ran his fingers over the black leggings he heard a snort behind him. Jimmy Colt the residential bully of the home leaned against the door frame and with a glare. Dick pushed the red and black outfit into his bag and zipped it up.

"Where you going boy wonder," he called out. It was the name given to him ever since Jimmy found out that Dick had been in the circus. "Got sent to another foster home?"

"No I've been adopted," Dick said hosting the bag onto his shoulder. Jimmy looked at him in surprise. "No kidding…not such a dweeb after all," he said. He moved a side as Dick walked past him. The teen stopped and turned back to Jimmy.

"Do you have any of your…stuff," he asked the bigger kid. Jimmy arched an eyebrow.

"And when did little Mr. Perfect get into the heavy junk?" Jimmy asked smugly.

"Do you have anything or not," Dick asked impatiently.

"Sure but it's going to cost you," Jimmy teased.

"How about I don't tell Mrs. Farnsworth you're the one who stole all her good silverware."

"You wouldn't dare," Jimmy said holding up his fist. Dick's eyes widen in fear but held his ground. He was leaving and he had nothing to fear now. Jimmy lowered his arm.

"Fine…but I'm only giving it to you since you finally decided to give yourself a back bone," he said and went into the room. He came back out with a baggy full of white powder and Dick hastily put it in his pocket. He turned to leave. "Oh yeah and Gabe's looking for you," Jimmy said and Dick whipped his head around.

"Did he say what he wanted?" Dick asked with the sound of pleading in his voice.

"No he just said something about meeting at the usual place," he said and left Dick in the hallway.

Dick walked into the living room where Mrs. Farnsworth and Bruce were shaking hands. A few of the younger kids walked up to Dick and gave him hugs goodbye and a few drawings for them to remember them by. One girl even handed him a few of her color pencils so he had something to draw back to her and he placed it in his pocket.

He smiled and followed Bruce out the door and threw his bag in the back of the car. Dick got into the passenger seat and the two drove off in silence.

"You know you didn't have to do this. I was fine just living there," Dick said. Bruce looked over at the boy slightly and then back at the road.

"I know…but we have a lot of training to do and if you are traveling back and forth it will take out of practice. It will be easier if you just stayed at the house," the man said. Dick looked down and nodded slightly. He guessed it made sense.

Suddenly an explosion tore both men from their thoughts as fire erupted from a jewelry store from a little bit up the street. All the cars stopped and everyone got out of them to see what was happening including Bruce. His eyes widen slightly as a giant plant vine curled its way out of the broken window and Poison Ivy walked out from atop of it. He bent down to look at Dick as people ran passed him to get away.

"Stay here," he said sternly as he grabbed a suit case that was in the back seat. As he walked off into an alley way Dick opened the door and got out to stare at the beautiful woman. He had only seen Gotham's famous Poison Ivy on the television but never up close before and he had to admit she was quite pretty. In her hand she held a giant sapphire and she twisted it in her fingers letting the light hit it.

She placed it in a tan satchel with a bunch of smaller sapphires and looked both left and right. Her eyes laid upon Dick who stood behind the car door and smiled widely showing off her teeth. She held her hand out and Dick looked down as he heard deep rumbling under his feet.

The ground under him groaned and burst upwards with a long vine that gripped the back of Dick's hoodie and lifted him from the ground. He yelped and struggled with the vine as Ivy had the large branch move her in front of the teen. She stepped off and walked in front of him and grabbed a piece of paper from her bag. She held it up and smiled before turning it around showing a picture of him in his Flying Grayson costume from years ago.

"Well look at this," she said happily. "Who knew I would run into you so easily."

"What do you want from me," Dick yelled.

"Just the million dollars promised to anyone who finds Richard Grayson and brings him to them."

A shadow loomed over the two of them and they looked up as Batman jumped down from the sky. Poison Ivy growled and another vine came shooting from the ground and hit Batman in the chest just as he threw a batarang at her. He flew backwards but his weapon hit the bag she was carrying and it was cut from her shoulder.

With another growl she left Dick and slowly walked over to Batman who was now lying on the ground on top of the rubble and debris of the jewelry store. Vines slowly made their way around his arms and torso and he struggled to reach for his belt.

"Oh no not this time batsie," she cooed. "Today is just my lucky day. I'll get money for the sapphires and the boy and I'll finally have you off my back."

Dick now forgotten by the psychopath struggled to get out of the vine and slip out of his hoodie but it wouldn't budge. He looked down and saw some of the color pencils given to him at the foster house sticking out from his pocket and reached for one. With a big twist he jabbed it into the vine that began to bleed green. With what sounded like a shriek the plant let go of his jacket and Dick flipped upwards and jumped from the plant. Poison Ivy stopped in her tracks and turned in anger.

"My baby," she cried and spotted Dick running towards the bag and batman's batarang. He dropped to his knees and grabbed the blue jewels that had fallen out of the bag. He didn't know why but these jewels seemed important to her which meant she couldn't have it. A vine slither its way towards the teen like a snake and Dick took the batarang and raised it high over his head. As it was about to strike he slammed the weapon into the plant with all his strength and it screeched in pain.

"Stop it," Ivy shouted and was now running towards the boy. Dick crotched low to the ground with the bag and weapon in his hands and sprung backwards as she made a grab for him. He threw the batarang at her but she dodged it easily. "Stupid boy you think it would be that easy. I have been fighting toe to toe with heroes for years and you think a mere boy would be able to stop me and my beautiful plants."

"No," Dick huffed. "But Batman can," he said with a smile. Sharp eyes looked at him in confusion and with realization she turned around just in time for Batman to punch her in the face. She fell down hard and blood dripped from her nose.

"But…how," she asked dizzily. Batman said nothing but held up the batarang that she had so "easily" dodged. She looked behind him where she saw her vines had been cut. The teen wasn't aiming for her but at Batman to help him cut her vines. She had been duped. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she fainted with a groan.

"Whoa," Dick said. "That…was awesome. Did you see me? I didn't even know I could do that but I did…I saved the Batman."

Batman didn't say anything and bent down to hand cuff Poison Ivy's hands behind her back. The sound of police sirens was heard in the distance and Batman looked down at Dick.

"I told you to stay in the car."

"No you told me to stay there. I did and then she grabbed me…a thank you would be appreciated though."

Batman just glared at him and turned around. Dick placed the bag of jewels down next to Poison Ivy and followed Batman through the alley way.

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Alfred opened the door to the ruffled and dirty looking men.

"Oh my," he said as Bruce and Dick walked in. "Are you alright sir?" Alfred asked taking Bruce's jacket.

"We had a run in with one of my…close friends," Bruce said saying it in a way that Alfred understood him.

Dick lowered his bag and dug his costume out of his bag. He handed it to the butler with a small smile and Alfred grasped it.

"Here it is." Dick said.

"I have already finished up most of the other parts of your costume. I will take care of the rest." Alfred said.

"Dude you're back," Dick heard and looked up the stair case and Wally came running down the stairs in his own costume. The suit was how it looked before they had all became a team without the plating on his shoulders and knees. He was also missing his goggles and the red lightning bolt on his chest. "What do you think?" he said turning around in front of the men.

"I think you look like a giant traffic cone," Dick laughed. Wally faltered in his spin and frowned.

"Aw man really?" he asked.

"Wally," Artemis shouted from upstairs. She appeared at the top of the steps with red thread and scissors. "You're not done get back up here."

"Coming," he said happily. He bent down and grabbed Dick's bag. "Come on," he said and ran back up the stairs. Bruce looked at Dick.

"Get cleaned up, your training starts in a few hours in the gym," Bruce said and walked away.

After Alfred took his measurements and after taking a bath Dick had dressed in shorts and a shirt and was not looking forward to this work out. He was already sore from the sparing test last night and the fight this morning. Wally walked into their room still in his costume but now had the red lightning bolt on his chest.

"You're still wearing that?" Dick laughed.

"This is what I've been dreaming about wearing since I was ten. I'm keeping this baby on as long as possible," Wally said happily. Dick smiled but he noticed Wally scratching his arm again. He frowned and walked over to his bag and pulled out the container of white powder.

"Here," he said throwing it to Wally who caught it and looked at it suspiciously. Finally understanding what it was he frowned at looked at Dick in anger.

"Why do you have this," he asked his voice deep.

"I saw you scratching at you're arm. You can't just go cold turkey just because you're happy. I've seen people die trying it that way."

"I'm done with this crap and I'm not taking anymore," Wally said dropping it on the ground.

"You're going to get sick if you don't at least have some Wally. I understand you don't want it but…you can die if you don't."

Wally looked away as he pulled down his mask and sitting on his bed. He looked at the bag in anger and hid rested his face in his hands.

"I know," he said muffled by his red gloves. He looked up at Dick. "I've been feeling it for a while now but I just told myself that if I just ignored it, the feeling would just go away. I just want to be…a hero."

"Unfortunately it doesn't work that way," Dick said grabbing the fallen baggie and taking a seat next to Wally. "Just take a little bit to take the edge off. I mean we are surrounded by superheroes. I'm sure one of them will be able to help you."

Wally nodded slightly. He took the bag that Dick held out for him sadly. He grabbed a shirt and pants and walked into the bathroom closing the door quietly behind him. Dick frowned and left the room. This had not gone the way he wanted it to. He thought Wally would know that you can't just cut yourself off such hard drugs without slowly getting off of it.

Dick followed the directions Alfred had told him where the gym was and he still got lost. When he finally peeked his head in the enormous gym filled with equipment he saw Bruce standing in the center taping his foot with Aqualad next to him.

"You're late," Bruce said sternly.

"I'm sorry I couldn't find the room," he said walking in and taking the giant gym in.

"I need to assess how good you are at certain things and Aqualad has volunteered to help," the billionaire said as the dark skinned teen nodded.

"I thought having someone who has seen you fight before might help a bit," Aqualad said. "I know what you are capable of."

Inside Dick felt relief lift from his chest. He didn't think he could handle being with just Batman. He had to admit the man scared him and he was sure that he would be trained into the ground if left alone with him.

"So I was really that good?" Dick asked.

"Yes you were. Before coming to the surface world I admired you and Batman's work from afar. When I was shown pictures of you I knew that when offered that I had to come to your world and learn from the best. In fact if it wasn't for your age and a few other factors you would have been our team's leader and not me," Aqualad said placing his hand on Dicks shoulder.

"But no pressure right," Dick said with an awkward laugh and Aqualad smiled.

"I don't expect you to know everything you use to know. You were an accurate marksman, a master at hiding in the shadows, and could hack almost any electronic we have encountered."

"A hacker? But I barely know how to work a word processor."

"That is why we will start with the basics," Aqualad said handing Dick a batarang. "Batman has told me about your fight with Poison Ivy and how you threw this perfectly. The team and I believe that you still retain memories subconsciously of being Robin just like with the Déjà vu you have all been experiencing. I want to see if this is true."

Aqualad gestured for Dick to walk to the other side of the gym. When Dick turned around his eyes widen at the small target all the way on the other side of the gym.

"You want me to hit the mark all the way over there?" Dick asked. "That's impossible even for Batman."

Bruce walked over to Dick with another batarang in his hand. He stood next to him and without hesitation threw the small weapon not only hitting the target but getting it dead center. Dick dropped his head with a groan.

"Ok so maybe not so impossible for Batman but it's still too far for me."

"You won't know until you try," Bruce said next to him in a monotone voice. Dick took in a deep breath and looked at the target. He pulled his arm back and concentrated. He threw the batarang forward and it stuck into the floor halfway between him and the target. He felt Bruce glaring at him.

"That wasn't even as good as this morning," the man said.

"This morning I was about to become plant food. I just threw it at you," Dick said as Bruce handed him another batarang. Dick threw it again this time a few feet further but still nowhere near the target.

"Maybe if we can see if Miss Martian could bring some of your subconscious memories forward?" Aqualad asked as Dick threw another batarang. Dick looked at Aqualad in disgust.

"I don't want someone rooting around in my brain," the teen said.

"Then concentrate harder," Bruce said and with a roll of his eyes Dick threw another batarang.

A few hours later Aqualad helped Dick stumble out of the gym.

"That guy is a freaking mad man," Dick complained. After an hour of throwing weapons and finally hitting the outside of the target Dick was forced to spar with both Aqualad and Bruce, learn the basics of three different fighting techniques, do over a hundred push-ups, pull-up's , and sit-up's and finally show his flexibility on the balance beam while dodging bean bags that represented weapons. Dick was pretty sure they were filled with rocks.

"And we were the ones who always wondered how you put up with him," Aqualad laughed.

"It's not funny," Dick said feeling his head for bumps and bruises. The two walked or in Dick's case limped back to the rooms in silent. Finally the boy stopped and looked at the older teen. "I have a question about M'gann."

"Yes?" Aqualad asked.

"You said she can do things with people's minds right…well do you think she could help someone get rid of their addiction? I think Wally might really need it."

Aqualad arched his eyebrow in interest but remembered the situation with Wally. "I do not know I have never asked her. I can though if you would like me too."

"Can you?" Dick asked hopefully. Aqualad nodded with a smile and Dick smiled back. "Thanks…just don't tell Wally until we know she can. I don't want to get his hopes up," Dick said and ran up (or at least tried to run up) the stairs.

That night Dick laid in bed and stared at the dark ceiling. Wally snored loudly in his own bed and turned over mumbling something about his uncle taking the last of the popcorn. Dick looked over at the clock and made out the time of it being almost three in the morning.

Still in pain from the training Dick slipped out from under the covers and threw on jeans and a hoodie. Without Wally waking up Dick opened the window and used the trellis to make his way to the ground.

Making it to a bus stop he was taken deeper into the center of Gotham where Crime Ally was near. He walked into an abandon building and looked around. A piercing whistle echoed above Dick's head and he looked up quickly in fright. There sat a teen of Asian descent sitting on one of the rafters who looked slightly older then Dick.

"Gabe, don't scare me like that," Dick shouted as Gabe jumped to the ground.

"Sorry man but you had me waiting for so long," Gabe laughed. "It's been awhile," the teen said as the two hugged slightly.

"Yeah too long. So I was told you wanted me," Dick said all happiness wiped from his face.

"Yeah man I got a lead. You know my boss Black Mask right?"

"Yeah, who doesn't?"

"Well apparently he and some of the other mob bosses decided that Sal Maroni is no longer fit to be part of their drug circle. Police mysteriously found him dead a few nights ago in Gotham's river which means that someone is needed to take his spot. So guess who the big candidate for the east side of Gotham is."

"Tony Zucco," Dick answered with thick venom in his voice.

"Ding, ding, ding, we have a winner."

"Where is he now?" Dick asked.

"Don't know, but I do know in a few days the bosses are going to be having their first meeting with him. When I find out the time and place I'll get in contact with you," Gabe said placing his hand on Dick's shoulder.

"Thanks."

"No problem. You want to get some ice cream. We haven't done that in a while."

"No I have to get back," Dick answered.

"When did you start to care about curfew?" Gabe asked with a smile.

"I've been…adopted…today actually."

"No way congrats man," Gabe said patting Dick on the back. "Well go on then. Don't want to get you sent back on the first night."

With a thank you Dick turned to leave.

"Oh wait," Gabe shouted. Dick turned and caught something that Gabe threw at him. His eyes widen at the object in his hands; a gun.

"Make sure you put an extra bullet in his head for me. Your mom was cool, she didn't deserve to go that way," Gabe said remembering how whenever the circus was in town she would come around Crime Ally with chicken and cookies for the kids. "None of them did."

Dick looked at the cold steel with a nod and wrapped his hands around it tightly. He tucked the gun in the back of his pants and with it walked out into the night.

So Wally's still hooked, Bruce is being an ass, bad guys are still out there, and Dick's treading down a dark path. Man I was not expecting my story to go down this way but it's definitely all coming together which makes me happy. I hope you are all still enjoying it.

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