A.N.: enjoy!

Ring-ring! Ring-ring!

Bruce pulled out his phone and observed who was calling: Gotham Academy.

Crap.

"Excuse me ladies and gentlemen, I have to take this," he addressed the group of adults in front of him in the meeting. "Hello."

"Good afternoon mister Wayne. We called to let you know that we've had a little incident with Dick today during gym. We need you to come over immediately," said a male voice on the other end.

"What'd he do this time?" Bruce asked with a sigh. Dick was notorious for his not-so-little pranks, especially during school.

"Don't tell him. Please," came a small, scared voice in the background, no doubt Dick's. "Just tell him it's an emergency." Bruce furrowed his brows.

"We're not sure if even he knows what happened. Just please come down as soon as possible."

"I'm on my way," Bruce said before he hung up. "I've got to go. We'll continue this meeting tomorrow." He said to the men and women looking at him curiously.

When Bruce arrived at the prestigious school's office, he was greeted by the man who had called earlier.

"He's locked himself in a closet. He says he won't let anyone see him except you," the man said as he walked Bruce to the door where Robin had concealed himself. The man left Bruce at the door. Bruce noticed that the man seemed almost as if he was scared of Dick now, walking hastily away. What had the young bird done to evoke such a reaction? Bruce knocked at the door.

"B-Bruce? I-is that you?" Dick's uncharacteristically frightened voice came from the other side.

"Yeah Dick. It's me. Can you open the door?"

"No, I-I can't. You'll just have to come in."

Bruce frowned as he looked around before slamming his shoulder into the door.

Upon opening the previously locked door Bruce shivered. The small room must have been 20 below freezing! He looked around the tiny room for Dick and, looking at the floor, found his ward curled up in the corner with… white hair? Every last hair on Dick's head (besides his eyebrows) was a snowy white. Not even a light blonde, just… white.

"Bruce," he rasped through an aching throat due to crying. "Help!"

Bruce attempted to get Robin to stand but that only resulted in Dick pulling away and touching a wall in the process. The wall gained a layer of ice on it. Bruce had never seen anything like this. Bruce finally picked Robin up bridal style and carried him to the car. Dropping him in the front seat, the two sped away for home.

Once there, Bruce sat Robin down in the Batcave and asked about what happened during gym.

"We were running laps when someone noticed a white streak in my hair. I tried to get a good look at it but it was behind my ear and I lost my balance trying to pull it to the side enough to see. I got up and put my hand on the wall and it turned to ice. Then I felt my whole head turning white. I got scared and…oh my gosh," the boy hung his head in shame. How he hated being afraid.

"Do you think this has anything to do with the spell that Klarion might have used on you?"

"That's the only explanation I can think of. Bruce, what if there's no cure? What if I'm stuck like this forever?" Dick was growing more and more alarmed. A sudden chill came over the cave and Batman shuddered with Goosebumps. Robin, however, looked as if he were comforted by the unexpected cold. It struck Batman that Dick's new powers might be connected to his emotions, seeing as he was upset now and scared earlier.

"Dick, you need to calm down. I think your abilities are based on your emotions so settle yourself down."

Dick took a few deep breaths and calmed down. His hair, streak by streak, turned their usual black once more. Bruce smiled a smile that failed to reach his eyes. Inside, he was dying of fright for his little Robin. But he refused to scare him more and show it.

"You should rest, Robin. You've had a rough day."

"What if I freeze the hallways by accident? Or worse, what if I freeze you or Alfred?" A strand of Dick's hair turned white with anxiety.

"Don't worry about that. It's ice, it'll melt eventually."

Dick nodded and got up to go to bed. Granted it was still a little early for bedtime but he was tired anyway. He flopped down on his mattress, freezing the sweat that still drenched his covers from the night before. He slept through dinner and didn't even wake up to go out and be part of the dynamic duo that night. He didn't want to do anything until he could control his powers.