I have to admit, of all the archives, this was one of my favorites to look back on. It's a shame I didn't update sooner. I was making a list of everything to update and I saw this still didn't say "Complete"… I went to the last chapter. I owe Dicky boy another memory. Here it be, even though it isn't a very good one. It couldn't be too revealing, mostly because Megan is still there. For Christmas, I want her to die on the show. For real. Her and Zatanna. And maybe cripple Artemis. I liked it better when it was just the boys.

Disclaimer: I still own nothing, but I like it that away.

Dick sat silently in the backseat of the car, staring at the leather seat in front of him. He was thinking hard about something, probably his parents from how broken he looked. His shoulders were slumped, his eyes dark and his chin trembling slightly. He was snapped from his thoughts as the car door was opened. He looked over in surprise, the surprise fading to sorrow again when the bright light wasn't his parents.

It was just Bruce. He tried to get used to the idea that it would always be Bruce from now on. The thought just didn't settle right in his stomach. Just the brief reminder that he was an orphan now made him dig his nails roughly into his palm and grit his teeth tightly behind his lips. He forced a weak smile, climbing out of the car. He turned around to grab his small suitcase before he examined his new home with wide eyes.

It was basically a castle to him. It was a beautiful dark mansion with what seemed like millions of windows over its front. The stairs that led to the dark stained doors were huge; the kind you'd give to nothing short of a Tyrannosaurus. The grass was the brightest of greens and the trees stood like tall giants, teaming up with the black barbed gates to trap him inside.

Just like that, he was a Princess, trapped in the highest tower. The dragon that was there to make sure he stayed too didn't seem all that mean though. He didn't breathe fire, growl or even raise a threatening sharp tail to show Dick he was boss. Instead, he smiled proudly, his scales glistening in the warm sun.

"Well, don't just stand there staring! Come on in," the dragon's voice was warm and friendly, despite his menacing appearance.

Dick did as told, following behind in wonder. The inside of the castle was better than the outside. The chandelier sparkled magnificently, the light thrown in by the skylights that lined the rooftop. The staircase was nothing short of grand, the carpet spotless and the banister looking slippery enough to slide down in your socks. The walls were clean and put together, pictures, vases, flowers and tables lining it.

There were dozens of rooms downstairs, but the dragon led the male Princess up the stairs instead to show him all of the towers he could choose to rest in. Each one seemed bigger and more beautiful than the one before, but Dick didn't want a big tower. He had grown up in a town of peasants and he had grown well accustomed to smaller things.

Ignoring the confused look the dragon gave him, Dick settled into the smallest room comfortably. It was bare and empty with a simple wide-viewed window that would allow a prince on a white stallion to come save him much quicker than any of the rooms would've offered. He set his small bag down and emptied it onto the bed, discarding the backpack at the edge of his new bed.

Not a lot sat on the bed top. There was a filled picture frame, two pairs of jeans, three shirts, a jacket, a Gameboy Advance, several games to it, an Ash Ketchum action figure, a stuffed Pikachu, an MP3 player and the green gymnast suit with the tear-bringing cursive G still plastered proudly on the front. As son to performers, he had gotten used to traveling light. That was just too light though for the dragon's taste. It broke his once iced heart into dozens of pieces.

"Don't settle in just yet. You and I are going to the mall and we're going to get you new stuff."

Dick bit his lip and nodded, looking down at his stuff. More specifically, he was looking at the picture frame. He gingerly picked it up, wiping the dust from his parents' blurred faces. They were grinning nonetheless, frozen in a happier time without him. He shakily hugged the picture tight, tears threatening. The dragon sighed, slowly backing out of the room.

"Try to be down in twenty."

When the door shut, Dick stopped holding back the tears. He let them fall, striking the glass that would forever separate him from what was left of his dreams.

"It isn't fair…" he whispered into the frame, trembling. "Why'd I have to lose you? What'd I do?"

The inner performer inside of him threw the picture roughly back onto the bed, throwing him back against the door that must've led to his closet. He let out a cry of pain, but the boy inside of him kept a hand clamped over his mouth.

"Get over it. They're gone! You can't do anything about it. Wipe away the tears and get downstairs. It's time to start over again."

Although he didn't agree with the voice in his head, he obeyed. His tears soon decorated the back of his palm and a new look crossed his face before he bolted from the room.

XxXxX

Dick gasped as he was propelled back to the real word, falling onto his hands and knees on the kitchen floor. He stared at the wood by his face for a moment before he smiled and straightened up.

"I bet this stuff would be fun to slip on," he commented, letting Wally pull him to his feet.

He turned to Batman. His mentor seemed surprisingly upset, even for Batman.

"Yo Bats, everything alright?" he asked softly.

The tallest ebony in the room looked down at his hands sadly, checking to see if he truly was human. He felt like the worst kind of monster, especially having Dick's eyes on him.

"Just fine," he lied, turning from the room. "Come on Robin."

Dick hesitated, raising an eyebrow.

"W-What? But we aren't due in Gotham 'til-," he started, but Batman shot him a look that mentally backhanded him for not taking the hint.

"Oh yeah, forgot about that… Um…"

He started to follow Batman, turning to wave to the others.

"Thanks for the memories back," he said awkwardly.

Wally was the only one to wave back, but he was obviously upset. They all were. Conner had no reason to be, but he didn't really feel like standing out. Then, with that, the Dynamic Duo was gone. Everyone else turned to face each other, except for Conner. He had missed a whole experience entirely.

"Dude… am I the only one who never would've guessed that Robbie's an orphan… let alone that his name is Dick?" Wally sat down on the back of the couch, crossing his ankles and putting both hands behind his head with a grin.

Conner's eyes widened and he looked over in surprise. Artemis nodded.

"He gets all sensitive when any of us brought up family; he looked the other way when the mentors got all touchy-feely; he never comes in complaining about family… and he never bitch-slaps us when we call him a dick. It all sort of makes sense," she argued, folding her arms over her chest.

Wally rolled his eyes.

"If you noticed all that before, why didn't you say anything earlier? And he did talk about family… a dad at least… an overprotective dad. The stories all sounded recent enough…"

Artemis shot him a look, shooting his words down before they could even be spoken.

"He's lied to us ever since I've known him at least. Everything he's told us could be a lie," she accidentally sparked disbelief and skepticism into the air.

Wally launched forward and shoved her back, his emerald eyes narrowed in murder.

"I've known him for four years and the Robin I know isn't a liar! He's my best friend and I won't let you trash him!" he roared.

Artemis wasn't the kind of person to sit there and take that. She jumped up from the ground and ran at him. He easily out-stepped her, ducking her punch and launching one of his own. She blocked, grabbing his wrist and pulling him towards her fist. He let out a cry even before he hit, jumping. His feet struck her stomach and he used the momentum to back-flip, far from her. That was when the others stepped in. By others, I mean Kaldur.

"Stop it," he demanded, holding a hand out in either direction with the intention of keeping them apart.

They both glared viciously at each other before they stalked off in opposite directions, fuming. Conner had an eyebrow raised the whole time, confused out of this mind.

"Someone want to catch me up?"

"Whisper in the yard and turn the trees all into toys. Lay there on the ground and turn the dirt into your joy. From what I see and what I know, it's all been boring lately. So I suggest we trade a question mark in for a maybe. Time your riddles right and make sure your point makes no sense. Make sure you're smiling; I just wanted to tell you that you're listening to a dream." Sorry this is OOC, but I really dgaf. Review?

-F.J.