So, I got a question on whether this was the sequel to my first story, "Raven's Loneliness." Um… the answer is not really. I'm trying to make a series of how all the Titans turn evil and their lives afterward. So eventually Robin's story will probably tie up with Raven's at some point. However, it's not really necessary to read Raven's story first if you don't want. Anyways, here's Chapter 2! Thank you to everyone who reads this!

I sat alone in Wayne Manor. Mr. Wayne had long since disappeared into one of the many giant corridors the house contained. Not wanting to get lost, I continued to sit by myself and let the silence envelop me. Everything seemed to have changed so abruptly in my life.

My mind could focus solely on one thing - revenge. I knew who had killed my parents, a guy named Boss Zucco, and now I only had to find him. Most people would assume that having grown up in a circus I was stupid, but I was actually fairly smart for my age, and could easily put the pieces together.

I wandered around the mansion, desperately searching for a computer. Instead, I stumbled upon an older man who was cleaning around the house. His hair was a pearly white, thinning at the top and his eyes were kind. His demeanor, however, was all business. "Ah, good evening Master Richard. Have you gotten lost?" he asked me gently. I looked up at him and nodded. A compassionate smile graced his face, "Of course. Don't worry yourself. Wayne Manor is quite large."

I nodded again; that was definitely true. "Could you tell me…" I paused, realizing I didn't know his name.

"Alfred Thaddeus Crane Pennyworth, Master Richard. But, you may call me Alfred. I serve as Master Bruce's private butler as well as the caretaker of his Manor" he instantly supplied.

"Alfred then, could you tell me where I could find a computer?" I asked quickly. He directed me to an office, assuring me that "Master Wayne" wouldn't mind me using it. I settled into one of the large, comfy chairs and quickly searched for any information on Boss Zucco.

I absorbed everything I could from news articles, web pages, and anything else I could find. Unfortunately, there was little to find. His real name: Antonio Zucco. He seemed to be a low level Mafia boss, responsible for a few minor crimes. Not one article mentioned his role in my parents' death though. That would soon be rectified.

My stomach growled loudly, signifying it was dinner time, but I ignored it. Finding this man, this Antonio Zucco was far more important. He killed my parents, and I was going to return the favor. I glanced around the room and discovered a large glass door, leading to an outside patio. That route would probably be quicker then wandering through more of this house.

I snuck out, telling neither Alfred nor Mr. Wayne know where I was going. The door led me from the patio into the backyard. From there, I crept into the front yard and sprinted down towards the gate entrance. To my annoyance, a large gate blocked my way. I glanced around the yard and saw a large tree that passed over the gate, leading to my freedom, and my vengeance. Convenient, but why bother questioning what worked?

I easily climbed up the tree, utilizing my acrobatic skills, and from there scrambled across the branch and jumped down to the ground. Crap, I realized, I have no idea what to do now. My elaborate escape plan led nowhere; I had no idea where to begin my hunt for Zucco.

The first matter of business was probably to get to where the Mafia would operate – probably one fo the bad parts of town. I wandered down the street and started my trek towards the dark part of Gotham City.

After hours of walking, the city looked terrifying. Everything was dark and menacing and I couldn't help but feel scared. Sounds echoed from the shady alleyways, even though the music pounding in the bars faded it out. Everyone I passed stared at me, but I kept my eyes on the ground.

Finally someone called to me, "Hey, kid? You lost or somethin'?" I looked up, fear in my crystal blue eyes. A woman stared back at me, her eyes kind but sinister at the same time. "N-no" I stuttered, "I'm l-looking for someone. An-Antonio Zucco? Can you help me?" The woman looked at me for a second before bursting out into laughter.

"You? Looking for the Boss? Boy kid, your life's got to be fucked up." I just nodded mutely. "You really want to see him?" she questioned. I nodded vehemently. She seemed unsure, as if this decision was hard for her. "Well, I guess I could take you to him kid." For the first time that night, a smile appeared on my face.

The lady walked quickly, like her time was being wasted, but I kept up. I was so close to my goal that it seemed as if nothing could stop me. She finally led me into a bar and then upstairs. "First door on the left kid. Good luck. You'll need it" she told me, laughing grimly at the end.

I walked slowly towards the room, and stood silently in front of the door. Calming my nerves, I opened the door. I heard the same voice from that night at Haly's Circus. "…never figure it out. Haly'll never talk" the voice argued, sounding annoyed.

I raised all my courage and walked towards the voice. All of a sudden, the room was silent. I raised my eyes from the ground to stare back at two men. "Who the hell let the kid in?" the familiar voice of Zucco demanded.

"My name is Rich—Robin" I told him, using the nickname my mom had given me. "You killed both my parents, and now I'm here to k-kill you" I told him fiercely, my anger slowly turning into fear the longer I was in the room.

Both men looked at me and then each other, then they burst out laughing. "Robin?" Zucco laughed, barely able to hold back his tears, he was laughing so hard. "What hope could you possibly have against me?" He laughed again, the cruel sound echoing around the room. In one fluid motion, he stood up and backhanded me across the face.

I cried out as I stumbled backwards, falling to the ground. I managed to get upright and face Zucco once more when I heard a dark voice from the window. "Get away from the kid Zucco" the voice commanded. Zucco seemed to freeze in fear, "B-Batman?" he uttered, terror in his eyes. As he looked towards the window, a shadow stepped out of the darkness. His fears confirmed, he ran out of the room, pushing me down as he fled. Surprised, I did nothing to stop my fall and hit my head against the corner of a table. Once again, my world went black.

I woke up alone, on a cold, steel table. I looked around and saw all of the possessions owned, presumably, by Batman. His suit in one corner, his car in another, his gadgets littering a table on the other end of the room. I struggled to get up before I heard a familiar voice. "Please relax Master Richard. You gave Master Bruce and I quite a scare with that stunt of yours." Disobeying the order, I got up and looked in shock at the familiar face of Alfred.

"A-Alfred?" I stuttered. "But how?"

"Don't worry about that Master Richard, Master Bruce will explain everything" the old man told me kindly. I nodded, unable to even think of what to say to him.

Soon enough Mr. Wayne appeared in a doorway on the far end of the room. "I see you're awake Richard" he said, sounding somewhat annoyed.

"Mr. Wa—"

"Call me Bruce" he commanded.

"Bruce. How is this possible? I mean, are you really…"

"Batman?" he questioned. I nodded silently. He ran his fingers through his hair, looking somewhat anxious. Finally he sighed and nodded "well, I suppose I have to tell you the truth," he said quietly. "Yes, Richard. I am Batman. There's really no easy way to explain it. My parents were killed when I was young, just as yours were. This is just the result of that. I decided to help others and avenge their deaths at the same time." He stopped his explanation there and stared at me.

I tried to absorb all this information. While it wasn't a lot, it was just so hard to comprehend. I understood his reasoning, and while I could care less about helping others I wanted vengeance. "Bruce," I started, tentatively, "do you think I could possibly fight with you?" His face hardened as he looked at me.

It seemed like an eternity before he finally answered. "Fine," he consented, "I will train you, and if you pass you may help me. But, if you fail you must forget about all of this." I nodded, eager to gain my revenge as soon as possible, no matter what the means. "Can I be called… Robin?" I asked, afraid of his answer.

He looked at me again, before nodding reluctantly. "Very well… Robin. You're training starts right now." Gesturing me to follow him, he turned around and strode out of the room. I wobbled unsteadily to my feet and started to follow him. "Good luck, Master Richard" Alfred said quietly behind me. I just nodded once more, not even stopping. I had a feeling I would need that luck just to survive.

So, that's it. Not too bad. Pretty long too, for me. Um… please review and hopefully I'll post another chapter soon!