Warning, this will contain spoilers for Nightwing # 7 and #8, along with Batman #7 and #8… I'm not sure if the others had to do with these guys yet, but there will be some spoilers for the New 52 Comics (Mainly Nightwing)

Disclaimer for the thing I forgot to disclaim in the last chapter; I do not own the chapter titles, or the name of the story! They are from the musical Next to Normal, and I do not own them… Check out the musical though! It's really awesome!

I Thought You'd like to Know

I was still crying when I walked into the mountain, through the Zeta Tube. There was no turning back. Mount Justice was my home now. There would be no Bruce, no Alfred, no hill in the yard, just me, a Martian, a Kryptonian clone, a girl I kissed 2 years before, and a heartless robot. Well, emotionless, more like. Red Tornado had corrected me before on calling him "heartless."

"Robin," M'gann exclaimed, floating over before I could compose myself. "What brings you here?" She stopped short and stared at me for a few seconds, before kicking off into a faster glide, wrapping her arms around me as soon as she was close enough.

We lowered ourselves to the floor and sat in silence for a long while as I sobbed into her shoulder, unable to stop myself anymore. There was no point being secretive with M'gann and Conner now that I was living with them.

"I'm sorry," I finally said.

"Robin, you have nothing to be sorry for," said said, tightening her grip around my shoulders. Over the past 2 years, M'gann had somehow gotten more in tune with human emotions than before, so it was impossible to hide anything from her, but she also learned the human methods of comforting people.

"I uh… I hope you guys don't mind, but I'm gonna be moving in…" I said after another few minutes of silence.

"It'll be fun!" She said, lifting me onto my feet and using her powers to lift my bags and the plate of cookies from the floor. "We'll go pick out a room!"

We walked into the main hall, and she kept an arm around me the entire time. She didn't even need to know the whole story to know that something happened with Batman.

"Here, this one is right across from Conner's," she said, motioning to the door. I pulled it open, revealing a small room with a full sized bed and a dresser. The League really kept everything stocked up in case something happened.

We walked in and she lowered my stuff to the ground. "Wanna go say hi to the others?" she asked.

"I'm gonna stay here for a little bit; I had a long night last night," I said.

M'gann nodded and put the cookies in her hands, "I'll bring these to the kitchen and tell the others not to bother you."

I nodded and watched as she left. I lifted the stuffed bear from the ground and climbed onto the bed with it, wrapping my arms around the soft material and burying my face in it. I was glad M'gann hadn't asked about it. I knew she wouldn't judge, but it was still strange for a 15 year old to have a stuffed animal-a very run down, tear stained one, at that.

I drifted off to sleep, greeted yet again by nightmares. Six years to the day, the sounds never faded; snap, scream, crack. Zucco's laughter as his point was made, the screams from the audience. Again, I didn't cry for my parents, but for Bruce, over and over again, begging him to take me home and tell it was going to be ok. Then suddenly it was me falling, tumbling down after them, twirling as I screamed, my lungs hurting as my voice couldn't get any louder, screaming for Bruce to catch me.

Maybe it was the sound of the door opening that woke me up, or maybe it was Conner calling my name, "Robin! Robin!" over and over, while M'gann was pulling me into her arms, tears streaming down her face as she was overwhelmed by the emotions in the small room. I shot up, still begging for Bruce to save me from my plummet.

My panic levels only grew higher as I realized that I was no longer wearing my sunglasses; they must have fallen off while I was sleeping. M'gann was stroking my hair, and it seemed like such a pitiful moment Robin, the Boy Wonder, beaten by a nightmare.

"Robin," Conner said quietly. "You're eyes…"

I nodded, slightly pulling away from M'gann. "Guess it doesn't matter now, does it?" I asked, running a hand through my hair.

"Are you finally gonna tell us your name?" M'gann asked, perking up at the thought.

I nodded, "My name is Dick Grayson," I started. "Six years ago today, my parents were murdered."

"So Batman isn't your father then," Superboy stated, as if answering a long asked question.

"No, but he is my legal guardian. Batman's counterpart, or Bruce Wayne, was there when my parents were killed. See, we were a part of Haly's Circus, and-"

"You guys were the Flying Graysons!" M'gann exclaimed. "I saw the posters when we were there. That's why you were so defensive of Mr. Haly!"

I nodded, "Jack Haly was like my grandfather growing up. And, as you guys probably figured out, Batman didn't send us on that mission, either."

"How did your parents die?" Superboy asked, taking a seat on the bed with us.

"This gangster, Tony Zucco came by while we were in Gotham. He wanted Haly to pay him "protection money", or something bad would happen. Haly didn't believe him, and sent him away, but later that night, we were doing our finale, where we would perform without a net. Zucco put acid on the lines, and the snapped. My parents, cousin, aunt and uncle all fell. My uncle survived, but he was completely paralyzed, so he couldn't take care of me."

"So Bruce Wayne took you in and made you Robin," Conner said.

"I chose to become Robin," I corrected. "Bruce offered me a chance to bring Zucco to justice, and I took it."

"So Bruce adopted you then?" M'gann asked, unfamiliar with the term "ward".

"He offered, but I declined. I didn't want a new father, I wanted my real one back. So Bruce took me in as his ward, so he's my legal guardian, but not my father."

We sat in silence for a few minutes, when M'gann placed a hand on my knee and smiled, "Wanna go get a pizza or something?"

"That would be nice."

"I'll get Zatanna," Superboy said, taking his leave.

When M'gann and I met up with Zatanna and Conner, the young magician didn't ask about my lack of sunglasses, simply wrapped her arms around me and whispered, "I'm so sorry," which means that Conner told her the story. Or at least part of it.

We told Red Tornado where we were going and that we would be back in an hour or so, and he gave his approval. We walked through Happy Harbor to a pizza place where M'gann and Conner had gone to on their dates. It was only about 15 minutes away from the mountain, and there wasn't much of a wait, which was surprising for a Saturday.

We ordered the pizza and sat around a small round table in silence, able to take our time enjoying the pizza without Wally around. After about a half an hour, we stepped out of the small restaurant, and I found myself laughing with my friends.

I paused as I felt something fly pass my head, looking around hurriedly to see what it was. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw blood. I turned toward the sight and saw a woman with a small dagger protruding from her stomach, gasping in pain.

"We've got trouble!" I called to the others, running toward the woman, who was losing blood quickly for such a small wound. I pulled out my phone and called an ambulance, trying to calm down the panicking woman.

"Calm down," I urged her. "I need to take the knife out, ok? I need you to take deep breaths, and try to calm down."

She nodded briefly, and I got a grip on the knife, pulling it out. I dropped it on the ground next to me and began to apply pressure to the wound.

"Robin, we have a problem," M'gann cried, pointing up at a silhouette standing on top of a building.

Batman? I asked myself, seeing small ear shapes sticking up above the mask. No, not Batman. Batman wouldn't have attacked someone, not in cold blood. Before I knew what was happening next, another knife whizzed right by me, making a "thud" as it embedded itself into the woman's skull.

"Her name was Mary," the man said, jumping down from the roof top and walking over to me. "Today was a good day for her to die, is it not, Richard John Grayson?"

…to be continued!

Ok, soooo anyone who has a guess who this bad guy is (and even his secret ID, too, which will be revealed at some point in here…) gets a big ol' fanfiction hug!

Also, I listened to Sailor Moon and Gundam Wing music while I wrote the second half… yeah, be jealous!