Welcome to part 2! The final part of my story! I tweaked this story a little bit so it sounded Young Justice Robinish. The main origin is their though! Please remember to leave me feedback and favorite and author alert me! Enjoy!
"Most of don't know but Batman is not my real father. He adopted me when I was 8. " Dick began. "I was born Richard Grayson, son of John and Mary Grayson. "
"What happened to your parents!" M'Gann squeals out.
"Yeah. Don't leave us hanging." Superboy chimed in.
"I am trying to get their, but you all have to be patient." Dick replied. " During the years of just being Dick Grayson, I grew up in a circus."
"Like the mission we went on a few years ago! Was that the circus you grew up in?" Artemis asks.
"Yes, that was the same Circus. Now can I continue?" Silence responded. "Ok good." Dick paused for a moment trying to remember where he was. " Oh yeah! When I was 8, Mr. Haly of the Haly circus got into some trouble with a few gangsters. They threatened him. Said they would ruin the circus. Mr. Haly ignored them. Then came the night I will never forget.
My family was a group of acrobats known as the Flying Graysons. We were the circus best act. I was too young to perform, so I would sit up at the top of the trapeze and hand rags and water bottles to my family members as they got done with their act.
That night all of my family was to perform because it was our last show before the wintertime. They all got ready as our act approached.
10 minute before our act started my father helped me carry the waters and rags up to the trapeze. He was a good man; always let me feel like I was important.
When our act first started everything was going great. Then several shots came out of the audience. The next thing I knew is that my family was falling to their death. Every thump that hit the floor was like someone had shot me. I was left an orphan."
Several "Huhs!" came from Dick's own audience. All of them, even Wally seemed to be hanging on the edge of their seats.
" I was put in a foster child center. The place was horrible. No one had good clothing, there was barley any food, and the place was an unsanitary nightmare!
I was there for 3 days before a Mr. Bruce Wayne adopted me. The lady in charge said I should be thankful. No child was ever requested by name or in this amount of time before. I was not thankful.
For the first week at Wayne Manor, I did not talk, eat, or even sleep. I was still in shock, and Bruce did not hover over me. I thought he just did not care, boy was I wrong!
After a month at Wayne Manor I finally started to talk to Bruce and his butler Alfred. Both Bruce and Alfred were nice. They never asked about what happened to me; neither did they try to push this, "new" family stuff.
3 months after staying at Wayne Manor I made the biggest discovery of my life."
"What was it?" Zatanna said.
"I'm getting their." Dick smiled at her. " I woke up one night. After having another nightmare about my family. I usually would scream when I awoke which would send Bruce or Alfred running into my room, but this time I just sat up. I was still too scarred to fall back asleep, so I got up out of bed, grabbed my Batman action figure I slept with and started to walk around, looking for then.
After what seemed like forever, I wounded up in the study. I sat down on the floor. My face felt warm and I felt like I was going to cry. I got up, holding onto a statue that Bruce had. It fell over.
As I watched this statue fall my first thought was " Bruce is going to kill me!" Then it hit the floor. The top popped open and a button was revealed. As an 8 year old my first thought was to push it. I did.
The bookshelf swung open, revealing a staircase going down. I followed the staircase down. I was led into a Cave. Bats hung on the ceiling and there were many dangerous looking items scattered around. Near the end of the Cave were Bruce and Alfred. My Batman toy dropped out of my hand. When it hit the floor of the Cave, both Alfred and Bruce turned around. Bruce was dressed as Batman. "Y-Your Batman…" Was all I could say.
That night was when I learned it all, I learned that Bruce was Batman, he was at the Circus the night my parents died, and that he had experienced the same thing when he was my age. That night I took the oath, and Robin the Boy Wonder was born.
The next several months I would be in training. After that I made my first appearance. Soon after that Batman and I had brought the man who killed my parents to justice. I was only 9.
After that I was a regular headliner in Gotham papers. When I was 10, I met Kid Flash and lets just say that Batman says to know everything about your allies."
"He knew my name, town I lived in, current grade point average, and what I had eaten for breakfast that morning before I could get done saying " Nice to meet you, I'm Kid Flash." KF said unimpressed.
" Then The Team was formed and Bats and I started to drift apart. Guess this is where our story catches up to us."
Dick finished his story and stood up. "That's it guys"
No one spoke.
"Hello? Guys?"
"That. Was. A. Mazing." Zatanna said.
"You have the best Hero origin story ever!" Rocket said.
" You should hear Batman's." Dick said under his breath.
" Well it is nice to at least know that you are not afraid to talk about your past." Kuldar said.
" I thought I had a rough family life." Conner said.
" So ex-Robin pick a new name yet?" Wally asked.
" Yeah." He replied.
" Well are you going to tell us freshman?" Artemis said.
" Please do!" Miss Martina said.
" Nightwing." Nightwing answered.