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Note- I wanted to do something different for this chapter. I hope you guys aren't disappointed . . .

Chapter 3

_With Batman (Bruce) And Robin (Dick)_

Dick could hardly hold back his tears as he grabbed his small backpack and walked down the stairs of his home. No, this was no longer his home. He no longer lived here and in a matter of hours, the world would think that Dick Grayson was dead.

Thus, Robin would scatter to the four winds, leaving nothing but a mysterious disappearance to remember him by.

Bruce met him at the bottom of the stairs, sadness etched on his face. They said nothing as they hugged each other tightly for the last time.

Yes, for the last time.

For Bruce would never remember him.

Closing his eyes, Dick started to concentrate on Bruce's memories and was about to erase the parts where Dick was concerned when Bruce spoke.

"Don't Dick. You're my son and doesn't a father have the right to remember his own son?"

Dick smiled sadly as he slowly withdrew from Bruce's arms. "Those memories are only going to make it harder for you."

Bruce shook his head. "No, it's not. Besides, if you erased yourself from my memories, you would have to do that to every hero in the Justice League and Young Justice."

"I guess you're right," Dick softly chuckled, adjusting his backpack.

Bruce snorted. "Of course I'm right."

"Keep telling yourself that old man," Dick told Bruce as he moved to hug Alfred.

Alfred chuckled. "Master Dick, if anyone should be called that, it's you."

Robin rolled his eyes. "I'll miss you too, Alfred."

Withdrawing from Alfred, Dick made his way to the double doors and pulled one open.

Without turning his head, he loudly whispered, "I'll never forget you guys. Never."

Bruce smiled as so did Alfred. "Alfred and I won't forget you either, Dick. Not ever."

Sensing their smiles, a tear silently rolled down Dick's cheek and splashed as it hit the marble floor. As he closed the door behind him, he felt his heart break and ache as he walked to his motorcycle. Hopping on his only reminder of his life with Bruce, Dick started the motorcycle and drove to the edge of Gotham. He then stopped to watch the last sunset he would ever see in Gotham. His heart ached again.

No, he didn't want to leave. He didn't.

But he had to.

And he had to fake his death as well.

Now wouldn't that be fun?

_With Young Justice On the Same Day_

"So we're clear on what we're going to do?" Aqualad asked his team, his hands folded under his chin.

They nodded. Yes, they were. They knew the plan. It was quite simple really. All they had to do was question Robin on what Batman and him had been talking about. Easy right? Not really but they were going to do it anyway. They were sick of him not confiding in them when something was bothering him. And what Batman and Robin had said sounded serious. They just couldn't leave it alone.

They just couldn't.

Aqualad nodded. "Good. We ask him tomorrow."

If they knew that they wouldn't be able to.

But they didn't.

But hey, ignorance is bliss right?

A/N- How was that? I hope that the moment between Bruce, Dick and Alfred was touching and sad . . . I hope. Anyway, please review! The more reviews I get, the more I'm inspired to write faster! BTW- Got any ideas on why Robin has to do this? I know of course but I want to hear your theories. This was published on 1-28-12 with the length of 706 words.