Disclaimer- . . . . What? But Robin told me-! That little . . .

Okay, I'm just going to remind you guys what Dick had almost done in chapter 3. He almost ERASED Bruce's memory of Dick. Yeah, you heard me right. Just thought I'd remind you guys.

Note- This is the same day that Young Justice found out that Robin "left". (They found out at night because that's when they do their missions . . . Most of them anyway.)

Note 2- I don't think brain-wash is one word so there's a "-" in between "brain" and "wash". (If I'm wrong . . . sorry.)

Note 3- Just thought I would tell you that I've offered my beta services. ^-^ That way if anyone needs help, I'm here.

Chapter 5

Aqualad sighed and changed the channel. Those kind of things happened in Gotham all the time. Noting that Artemis and Kid Flash were still fighting, he got comfortable in the fluffy couch and kept flipping the channels. But he couldn't get the reporter's voice out of his mind. Sighing again, he settled for watching America's history on the history channel.

That boy has nothing to do with me, he told himself.

Absolutely nothing . . .

Oh, Aqualad, if only you knew.

_With Robin (Dick)_

It had been almost too easy to fake his death.

Almost.

First of all, he had to set a building on fire. That's always fun, right?

WRONG.

. . . . Okay, maybe he had a little fun doing that but only a little.

Then after that, he had waited till the firefighters were in the burning building and then brain-washed them, making them believe that they had carried out a dead body. It was night so his powers had been stronger which had made it almost too easy to brain-wash the reporters and police to believe that he was dead.

Now all he had to do was wait for Bruce to arrange his private funeral.

Then he would watch from a distance.

Yep; a dead guy attending his own funeral. Funny, right?

OF COURSE!

But not to Dick.

Because he had done this so many times already.

So many times.

Sighing, he jumped from rooftop to rooftop, enjoying the wind blowing through his hair. It felt so good to just feel and enjoy the fact that he COULD.

Being unable to for so long had taught him that.

_With Roy (Red Arrow)_

He had been eating when he flipped the channel and a reporter was talking about Dick Grayson's death popped up. Sighing, he picked up his cell phone and dialed Dick's number.

" . . . Dick? Yeah, this is me. I take it that it's time now? . . . Got it. Yeah, I'll see you soon."

Snapping his phone close, Roy stood up and stretched. Yawning, he went to his room and started packing some clothes into a small backpack. A few minutes later, all his clothes were packed and ready for him to take.

Rubbing the back of his neck, Roy said thoughtfully, "I wonder how I should fake my death this time . . ."

A/N- Yeah, you guys finally get a YJ fanfic from me that has Roy in it. :) Anyway, I know you guys must be DYING from all the mystery in this and I have to say, it's making me happy! XD Don't worry though. You guys will get some answers soon . . . ^-^ Please review! Or I'll drop this fanfic like a freaking bomb! ( . . . I'm kidding.) This was published on 1-30-12 with the length of 663 words. And yes, I'm working on the newest chapter for "Running From the Past" right now.