Uncovered

Cyborg didn't particularly want to go outside his room.

It was maybe two in the morning and his charger was broken for the moment. It was fixable, he just couldn't be bothered to fix it yet.

This was Cyborg's equivalent of insomnia.

Cyborg turned on his computer. He wasn't sure what he was going to do, but there was sure to be something.

He clicked the search browser history. The browser history came up with several searches used for discovering Robin's name earlier that day.

Cyborg paused for a moment. It was something to do… plus he was curious about Robin.

Richard, or Dick… Cyborg knew that much, plus all the hints that Robin had mentioned, so he might be able to find out some more about the Teen Wonder.

But would it be violating Robin's privacy? He had told the Titans his first name because they asked, and the nickname. But he didn't mention anything else…

On impulse, Cyborg scanned again.

He hacked into Gotham City Hall, and ran a search. He clarified the age group to be under eighteen since it didn't go any younger, and he also would have been satisfied for a picture of Robin as a ten year old or so.

Richard Dominic.

Richard Nathanials.

Cyborg clicked on 'Richard Johnson', a seven year old with black hair and green eyes. It turned out that by now it would be in his late forties.

Cyborg retracted, and continued looking down.

Richard James.

Richard Smith.

Richard Newsome.

Richard Summers looked like a paler Robin with lighter hair. He would be seventeen now, but was still in Gotham. Unless Robin was using that hologram a lot more often then he pretended, it wasn't him.

Richard Daniels had apparently died two years before Robin became a Titan and looked nothing like him.

Richard Morrison was a girl with a very unfortunate name.

Richards Lewis, Grey, Foxx, Alvers and Pryde were all the wrong ages.

Richard Richards was another maybe, having run away at approximately the same time Robin had arrived, despite being maybe two years older than Robin. Robin could just be older than he looked. RR had red hair, but that could have been a dye.

If his name was Richard Richards, Cyborg honestly couldn't blame Robin for changing his name.

Richard Grayson was an orphaned boy adopted by a rich man when he was nine…

Cyborg's real eye widened.

The photo there was of an eleven year old boy. He had bright blue eyes that had a twinkle of mischief, and yet had a feeling of seeing something most kids his age hadn't.

Cyborg checked the information. He had been withdrawn from school and home-schooled when he was fourteen and hadn't been seen again. This would about the time the Titans had began.

Richard Grayson…

Cyborg began some more searches on him.

He discovered that Richard had indeed preferred the name 'Dick' – just as Robin had said.

According to friends posts from about that time, he hadn't mentioned being home-schooled until about the day before he left. No-one had seen him since.

He found a photo of him taken about a month before he vanished.

There was a grinning boy, waving at the camera. His black hair was flat against his head and his blue eyes were gleaming. He didn't look like Robin.

Cyborg imagined that boy there with a mask across his face. And suddenly Cyborg could see it.

Hacking into his school reports, Cyborg discovered Richard Grayson was a smart student. He had best marks in Mathematics and Physical Education, but got reasonably high marks every subject.

Richard Grayson could definitely be Robin.

But Cyborg wasn't completely convinced. Not until he looked up his parents. Mary and John Grayson.

The Flying Graysons.

Acrobats that had died under suspicious circumstances when the trapeze snapped. The only survivor in the family was nine year old Richard.

Acrobats?

That couldn't be a coincidence… could it?

It couldn't if soon afterwards he got adopted by Bruce Wayne, richest man in Gotham City.

Cyborg opened another tab. He checked when Robin first turned up in Gotham. A few months after that.

He didn't notice the door open behind him.

Robin glanced at the screen and paused when he saw his own photo, mainly hidden behind a cape on a security camera.

Cyborg clicked back to the tab on Richard "Dick" Grayson.

"Yeah, it's him." Cyborg said softly.

"Right behind you." Robin replied.

Cyborg jumped and turned around. "H-Hi Rob. What are you doing here?"

"Heard you moving so I thought I'd check if you were okay." Robin said. "You've been here for three hours but haven't gotten out."

"Three… what are you doing awake?" Cyborg glanced at the clock on the computer. Five am.

"Got addicted to caffeine in Gotham." Robin shrugged. "Had to. Training, school, study, more training, and then patrolling the city. Not to mention any alerts and fights. And when I left, just couldn't really see any reason to break the habit."

"I see." Cyborg blinked.

"So, you're looking up Dick Grayson?" Robin asked.

Cyborg couldn't see any point in concealing the obvious. "I was curious." He admitted.

"Find what you were looking for?" Robin asked.

Cyborg opened his mouth to respond and then shut it again.

"Don't know what you were looking for?"

"Honestly, I just wanted to know who you are." Cyborg admitted.

Robin shrugged and turned to leave. Just before he left, he glanced back. "Dick Grayson never reached Jump City. If you want to know who I was, then by all means look up him. But I am just Robin now."

Then he left again.

Another cheesy ending, but...

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