Chapter 5

The drive was slow and painful, every fiber in Bruce's being was questioning what he's done and how he'd fix his mistakes, Dick was likely to be angry and less trusting, he'd have to earn it all back.

As the orphanage comes into view, so does his loyal ex-butlers car, Alfred was here, most likely talking with Dick maybe even trying to adopt the now orphaned child.

The billionaire parks his car next to the familiar vehicle and takes a deep breathe, what was he going to say? I'm sorry; I thought you'd be better off here than with your family and friends?

Speaking of friends, the league and young Justice were waiting for him next to the doors, careful in case the man tried to run

Bruce eyes Superman, Clark was one of his true friends, he'd trusted the Kent with his secret identity and Dick's before anyone else in the league

Clark had been the one to convince the dark knight to tell Wonder Woman and Black Canary as well, and Bruce had agreed without complaint

The two men continued their staring, neither one backing down.

The silence was ended by a familiar yell, there standing at the front door was none other than Dick Grayson, his black hair in disarray, blue eyes glaring angrily at Bruce, his clothes torn in several places, small bruises covered his wrists and neck

Bruce stares at the condition of the boy, he'd looked nothing of this sort when he'd dropped him off, what had happened in the short amount of time he'd left?

Dick remained where he stood, shocked to see his former guardian, the league and his team all staring, he didn't have any time to explain and quite frankly no reason to either.

Without a single word, Dick takes off, flinging his body into the air using the hood of Bruce Wayne's car to propel him high enough to reach the flag pole, after that it was almost too easy to escape.

The Justice League and Young Justice teams attempted speaking with the boy, long enough to halt his escape, but Dick Grayson was an acrobat by heart and soul, once in the air, there was no way to stop him.

Clark could have flown, Diana could have lassoed the boy back, but neither made any physical attempt to stop the boy.

Bruce remained stationary, almost shocked at the look his son had given him before taking off, Dick looked so angry, so sad ... So betrayed.

He didn't have the heart to stop Dick, he knew this was how it would all end, he'd known that day at the circus, but he'd enjoyed the child being around, as both Richard and Robin.

The doors opened suddenly, a variety of personnel began searching for Richard, Alfred trailed behind, and it's obvious the butler kept them busy long enough for Dick to escape.

Alfred and Bruce eyed one another before the elder gentlemen politely bowed "I bid you all a good day, gentlemen."

Bruce knew Alfred could see what they all could the Justice League too understood, he could feel their sympathies drifting through the air and it was time to let Dick go.

"I'm heading back to the manor; you're all free to accompany me for dinner this evening."

The League nods as Bruce heads for his car, they watch the billionaire drive away from the hell he'd left Dick too, they understood that Batman and Robin were no longer a duo.

"We should head home as well, it's getting late." States Barry towards his young nephew, he knew Wally wouldn't understand what had happened, why they were letting his best friend go.

Wally stared at the building Robin had flipped onto, every fiber in his body wanted to give chase, but what would he be dragging Dick back for? Batman abandoned him, the League stood and watched him run, hell even the kids own team didn't fight for him to stay.

With a heavy heart, Wally and Barry sped for home, Dick would be fine wherever the boy ended up, he just had to believe in his best friend.

All the other teens were gathered up and taken back to where they call home, each thinking the same thing, it wasn't a home without Robin.

A few months passed, Batman had once again become a lone hero, villains were upset their little birdy was gone; the public was worried for the young missing boy, that is until the paper covered a story.

A team of young teenagers saved the city of jump, the article posted pictures of the heroes, a small green boy beaming at the camera, a purple goth girl in the background, a robotic African American smiling in triumph, a beautiful purple dressed red head hanging on to a smirking black haired boys arm.

Bruce knew right away that smirking boy was his son, he kept tabs on Dick's city, villains and safety, the boy now resided in Jump City, he was the leader of his own team, the Teen Titans. The group of five lived in a large T shaped tower that he knew Robin had designed.

Bruce couldn't have been more proud, Dick was growing up, he'd successfully gotten over his trauma and moved on to something more, he had a team and his own city to defend, his own villains and crazies to beat, his own reasons to be a hero, he had no need nor any reason to become Batman, he was and will forever be his own person.

Dick kept the name Robin, he wasn't known as Richard Grayson, and he never removed his mask, he changed his costume as well, it was obvious he didn't want to be Batman and Robin from Gotham, he was now Robin from Jump, the teen was still angry and hurt, not once attempting to reach Bruce or the League, he thankfully spoke with the old Young Justice team members, but never Batman. Bruce wished he could fix the wrongs so the boy would communicate to him as well, but knew they both needed time.

Until that reunion he'd keep Robin's old team together, even young archer Artemis Crock who now joined, if his son had been there, Robin would have been suspicious and discovered the girls true heritage right away, that Artemis was the youngest daughter of villian Sportmaster, but still welcomed her with open arms regardless.

Dick and Robin were one and the same, someday his son would come to trust his new team with that secret, he'd reveal the story of why he'd left and eventually he'd bring them to visit Gotham and hopefully his old mentor and father; Batman.

But until that day comes, Bruce was content with keeping watch over Robin; he'd always be there for his son.

Finished! I always wondered what could have happened between Robin and Batman for the boy to leave, so I decided to make up my own :)