Robin's POV

It was around 8 pm when I got to Gotham. I snuck into a store and changed into my civilian clothes. I pressed a button on my r-cycle to turn it into a normal looking motorcycle. I rode around town, and every now and then I'd ask if anyone had seen Zucco. I figured he wouldn't waste any time in going back to crime. It took a while, but after some... convincing, I got the information I wanted.

He had last been seen in an abandoned warehouse by the docks. Aparently recently his followers have been into forgery. Perfect. The docks, where I'd almost killed him before are now going to be the last place he ever will see. With all the mob wars to blame, no one will blame me. No one will know. Except maybe Batman, but even he won't have proof. Robin won't do anything anyway. This time it's all Richard. Not a hero, but a scared lonely little kid, who misses his parents who have been dead for almost 8 years.

I looked around for a while, and then I found him. I knew he would be well protected, so I made a little noise here and there, so one of his gaurds would come check it out. I disarmed them and took them down. Eventually, it was just Zucco, and he looked a little freaked out. He started walking a little bit faster, and I didn't blame him for being scared. He should be. He disserves to be. You should have seen the look on his face, when he realized where he was- the docks where 4 years ago, I had dangled him over the edge after brutaly beating him. Exactly four years since I had captured him, and he had been put in jail.

He should have gotten the death sentence, but he didn't. He killed two perfectly innocent people with a flick of the wrist. He killed my only true blood family. Sure there was the Roma group, and of course I always had a family with Pops Haley and the rest of the circus, but it wasn't the same. He also killed me. My soul, which was of an innocent spirited child. Because of him I grew up. Never was a child again after, except for moments here and there hanging out with Babs in Gotham. Or when I was with Batman.

I was only 9 years old when I became Robin. To villains I was simply "Bird Brain" or "The boy blunder" but to everyone else, I was the light to contrast Batman's darkness. I kept him from becoming all dark, and lightened everything up. I was the optomistic one, but not anymore. Now I am just a serious leader.

I am the dark.

I followed Zucco until he was cornered. Then I made my presence known. "Zucco, remember me?" His eyes got wide, and he looked around.

"Who-who's there! Show yourself!" I stepped forward a little bit, so he'd only see my shadow. "Ah! The boy wonder? Didn't you do enough to me?! Get away from me!" I took another step, so he would see it was Richard. Not Robin. He looked confused for a moment then asked, "Who are you?"

"I'll ask the questions! I asked, do you remember me?" he shook his head. I glared at him with icy blue eyes. "Does the name Haly's Circus ring any bells?" he thought for a moment, then seeing my gaze shook his head know. I was pissed. "So, you don't remember huh? Don't remember a victim's face? Huh? This bring back any memories?" I punched him in the jaw, and slammed him up against a wall. I forced him to meet my gaze. To remember.

"You're that kid! The little circus brat! I remember you now! You're that kid who called Batman and almost busted me! What the 'ell do you want me for?" Seriously! He didn't remember? Didn't realize?

"Remember the Flying Graysons? The people you murdered!" He looked as if he was about to deny it, but seeing the look on my face just nodded. "I'm not just some kid that happened to be with the Grayson's when they went to practice. Not some kid that just happened to call the cops on you. I was their SON!" As the realization seeped in, his eyes became wide with fear. He looked up at me, and instead of seeing a crazy circus kid, he saw a cold hearted man who was out for revenge. I smiled the crooked smile that I smiled before I faught him last time.

Before he could ponder the similarities between Richard and Robin, I kicked him in the stomach. As he got up, I saw him reach for somthing in his pocket. Probably a gun. I let him get up, then I kicked the gun out of his hand. He jumped back, startled at the skill of a normal teenager. Figures. He saw I was serious about the revenge, and knew I wasn't going to hold back. He'd do the same. He tried to lunge forward at me, but I stuck out my foot and tripped him.

"And people say you're one of the highest ranked crime bosses in Gotham! You fight like an ameture pick pocket!" He growled, and tried to attack again. This time he got closer. We both faught on, using only hand to hand combat, eventually I pinned him down, and pulled out my prize from my pocket. The knife gleamed in the moonlight.

Now that I had him, I didn't know what to do. Should I really kill him?

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