Apparently, I'm supposed to write more of these? Oh my… who do I look like to you people? A bipolar Mexican? Oh, it's so true. Except for the fact that I'm not Mexican. ):) Let's see, I've got several more Robin topics and a suggestion of an actual story line. Where's the fun in that? Time to go to the Robin topic on the top of my list… Let's see… what is that? Oh yeah, something pretty much halfway from Batman's perspective.

The circus tent was almost empty now. Only three people remained, not including him. There was almost no noise, except for the sound of his shoes on the dirt ground and the sobs coming from a little boy ahead of him. The man continued to walk forward until he was right behind the boy.

The boy had soft brown hair that was messy, but in a neat fashion. His sobs were soft and young sounding almost. His green outfit was stained in blood along the front. His arms had bandages along the wrists and his soft black boots had blood on the soles.

"No! Mommy! Daddy! Wake up!" the little boy sobbed.

In front of him lay a man and a woman. They both wore a green outfit, sleeveless, just like him. They also had bandages on their arms. The woman had her brown hair up in a pony tail. Blood stained the back of her costume and surrounded her in a pool. The man had choppy brown hair, similar to the boy's hair. All of his blood came from his back where he had fallen. They were both dead.

The man looked over the three of them, his heart feeling heavy. He knelt beside the boy, looking at his parents slowly. They were the legendary 'Flying Graysons', the best trapezists in the world. The little boy looked up at him, tears falling from blue eyes.

"What happened to them?" the man asked, his voice deep and gravelly.

The boy continued to sob, but it looked like he was trying to speak.

"I… there was a man… he cut… the ropes were burnt," the boy choked out.

"Can you describe the man?"

The boy nodded. "Y-Yes… there… there were two of them… they wanted… to s-steal money from the c-circus owner."

The man put an arm around the boy.

"Don't go to the police," the man ordered. "These men work for someone named Tony Zucco. He's a really powerful man and could kill you off faster then you could pick up the phone."

The boy wiped the tears from his eyes, but he couldn't stop crying. He closed his eyes tightly and attempted to hold back a sob. It didn't work out so well.

"W-Who are you?" the boy whispered.

"My name is Bruce Wayne. Who are you?" the man was nice.

He had short black hair, inviting black eyes and wore a plain blue tuxedo. He was well known, but this boy didn't know him.

"I-I'm… I'm R-Richard John Grayson," he sobbed, unable to get the image of his parents out of his head. "B-But… D-Dad used to call me… D-Dick… You can c-call me that if y-you want to," his voice faltered when he said 'Dad'.

"Alright Dick, it's nice to meet you. Do you have anywhere safe to go? Chances are, those men that killed your parents are going to come after you too."

Dick continued to sob, heartbroken. Bruce felt bad.

"N-No… I just had... them…"

Bruce nodded softly.

"My parents were murdered too," he told the heartbroken boy, hoping to distract him.

Dick looked up at Bruce with curious eyes.

"D-Does the pain ever go away?" he asked the millionaire.

Bruce Wayne nodded.

"Yes, it does, but only if you want it to."

Dick felt more tears fall from his eyes. This was his one true hope. He stood up beside the kneeling man. He grabbed Bruce's large hand in his own small hand.

"Can I go with you? Teach me how to make the pain go away," Dick begged.

Bruce Wayne stood up to his feet and tousled the boy's hair, not letting go of his hand.

"Alright; I'll teach you and I'll protect you."

"Do you promise?" the boy asked, his voice full of innocence.

Bruce nodded. "I promise."

He held out his pinky. Dick extended his pinky and they shook on it.

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Robin stared at the picture on his dresser with a soft smile. He ran an unconscious hand through his black hair. Batman's plan to dye his hair black and pretend like Robin was his son was genius. That way, the men would never recognize him. It didn't matter though. The men were dead and Tony Zucco was captured. He was safe now. Robin glanced into the mirror closely. He could faintly see brown strands of hair poking through his hair.

He made a mental note to pick up some more black hair dye at the store. No point in risking being figured out anymore. If his team figured out anything, all they'd learn was that he was Bruce Wayne's 'son'. They'd never figure out who Bruce Wayne was. They weren't that smart. He put down the framed newspaper articles. It was one advertising the death of the Flying Graysons and the announcement of Bruce Wayne's new 'son'. He loved the articles, no matter how bad of memories they brought up.

Then, being as careful as he could, Robin gently hid the newspaper articles in the false bottom of his dresser drawer. You could call it paranoia, but to Robin, it was protection. Once it was safely put away, he glanced into the mirror again. If he looked really closely, he could almost see his real dad. He could see the eyes definitely. His hair was styled that way so it wouldn't look like it did forever ago.

Robin walked over to his closet for a moment and glanced through it. He saw jeans, hoodies, costumes, but he didn't see what he wanted. He knew he'd never see the green, blood stained trapezist outfit ever again, but it gave him something to picture. He sighed. If only he still had it… Robin bet he would look pretty sexy in green spandex.

Alright, if you want this to continue, send me ideas. I'll do my best to keep the stories somewhat light hearted… And most of this stuff I looked up. I know that Bruce Wayne never claimed Robin as his son, but how else do you explain why he changed his hair color from brown to black? Everything else really happened to Robin!

-FJ3