The car ride to school was miserable. Why? Alfred had made him take off his shades and did something to his hair that had magically slicked it back. He looked like he fell out of the 1960's and should be saying 'golly!' or 'gee that's swell', not cool. Plus he felt…naked. No mask, no costume. Nothing, he was just Dick Grayson, exposed to the elements. He hadn't been that way in well, years. Sure there had been times when he had to go without the mask, but then he just wore shades. Really dark hide your eyes shades. He wasn't even sure if he knew how to be just Dick Grayson anymore. Sure he had a different face, but the story was the same; boy's parents die, boy is adopted, boy becomes sidekick to famous superhero, it just hadn't reached the part where boy leaves superhero. Then on top of this…exposure… there was the small matter of, HOW THE HECK WAS ANY OF THIS HAPPENING, which he hadn't really figured out himself. The most he knew was he went to bed as Robin, leader of the Teen Titans and then had woken up as Dick Grayson, secretly Boy Wonder Robin. Perhaps a time jump? Only Warp was very out of commission, and it wouldn't explain why his face was wrong, why Batman knew about the Titans or the general other flaws.

He sighed inwardly, gazing out the window with a scowl on his face, trying to figure out for himself what was going on. He could only come up with a few possibilities, and none of them really added up.

A) Larry was back and had bent reality, a lot.

B) Mad Mod had created an incredibly elaborate fake reality.

C) He'd completely lost his mind and was currently drooling in a strait jacket somewhere.

He really hoped it wasn't C, for obvious reasons, but A wasn't too high on his list of hopes either and B just didn't make sense, Mad Mod didn't know his or Batman's secret identities so it couldn't possibly be him. Then there was always the Slade card, that usually worked when nothing else added up, but Robin couldn't see how even he could have done this. Especially since last time he'd seen Slade, he'd (probably) fallen into a pit of molten lava and was still considered dead. So Slade was possibility quadruple Z, absolute least likely reason but always worth considering.

He was broken away from his thoughts by the car stopping. Huh? Oh right, school. Normal kid stuff.

"Now young master, I know hiding your identity can be tiring at times- but you must be careful, when you had your hair worn in that manner and those sunglasses on, my heart took a turn. Really you must be more cautious" Alfred scolded him as he got out of the car. Alfred… one of the people he trusted more than anyone else in the entire world, and he hadn't seen him since he left. Hadn't even thought to call…

"I'm sorry Alfred- it's just, you know" He managed, trying to keep his cool, which was becoming harder by the minute.

"I know, I know, it may be hard to believe- but I too was a young man once, just don't do anything you'd regret all right?" The old man replied, looking at the boy with concerned eyes.

"I promise I won't do anything stupid Alfred" Robin replied, trying not to choke up with regrets. He turned around and began to walk towards the familiar old school building. It had probably been built in the early 1900's but it seemed more like it had been there since the dawn of time, like dinosaur kids went there to learn how to count leaves and hunt for weaker prey.

"Hey pipsqueak! What year is it? 1966?" Robin turned around to see someone who was probably left over from the schools dinosaur days. A giant thug of a boy, probably a junior in the 'goal!' program, with a pair of cronies. Great, he knew his hair made him look like he predated Batman himself. He quickly moved his hand to mess up his hair, only to have it caught by the great thug. Darn, how'd I not see that coming? I'm just so distracted… well, I can't fight him. That'd mess with the whole 'Dick Grayson: wimp.' persona that I worked so hard for…

"Hey!" He protested as he was lifted off the ground, the thug was a freaking giant, well, that had Robin was rather short.

"Hey, if we throw him hard enough will he go back in time?" One of the thug's cronies cackled as Robin tried to wriggle his way out of the thugs rock-hard grip.

"Hey, just let me go- kay? Look if you want my lunch money or whatever you guys go after, then just put me down all right?" Robin honestly couldn't remember what this guy's name was; let alone why he hated him so much. He vaguely remembered being forced to watch some documentary in health class, years ago, about how bullies were just kids who were abused at home and needed to vent. If that was the case why did they always seem to vent on him? No, not him, on Dick Grayson: wimp. If he were Robin, captain cool and hero of Jump City, well, then he could pulverize these losers and teach them to use Halo 2 as a vent rather than short kids with disastrous hair.

"Maybe I'll just toss him a little ways, wouldn't want to go too far into the past now would we?" The thug grinned wickedly; revealing a set of braces bound teeth. Seriously? Was all Robin could think as the thug wound up for the pitch.

"Put him down!" A female voice entered the scene, and from where he was hanging, Robin could see a blonde girl with an obscene amount of blonde hair.

"Or what?" The thug chuckled as he casually waved Robin about by his left arm.

"Or I'll make you wish you were the one with the 60's hair-do" She said, standing with surprising defiance, arms crossed.

"As if you could do anything," The thug shot back, waving Robin around again.

"Really, you don't have to do anything- I've got this" Robin said, cringing as his arm threatened to split from it's socket.

"Really now?" The blonde said, raising a brow, "Cause that's not how it looks like to me"

"The kid doesn't want your help- now go!" The thug snickered, waving Robin again like a ragdoll. Robin gave a weak grin to the girl, trying to signal with his eyes to 'go away! This isn't your problem!', but unfortunately he was a little out of practice with the whole eye signaling thing, part of wearing a mask 24/7 because she kept at it.

"Sorry, no." She then turned and called out to a passing teacher, "Mr. Monroe! Mr. Monroe! Jack's hurting a freshman!"

Wait. I'm a freshman? I knew I was younger than normal, but a freshman? God how embarrassing. He looked the blonde in the eye, trying to decide if he recognized her, and having finally decided that he didn't know her, was dropped by Jack the thug.

"Are you all right?" The blonde was helping him up, and he could see out the corner of his eye a man who could only be Mr. Monroe yelling at Jack and friends.

"Yea, fine, I could've handled him, easy" He said distractedly checking to make sure his arm was still where it was supposed to be.

"Really? Cause it looked like he had you" She retorted.

"Nah, I had him. Really. Besides- who are you to judge?"

"Artemis Crock, that's who. Who're you..? Hang on. You're THAT freshman. My picture had better not be your desktop background you little creep"

Picture? What was she talking about? I took her picture? And what did 'THAT freshman' mean? Was that good? Bad? Why was he so socially inept!

"Actually, I have a motorcycle as my background-" He said thinking of the R-Cycle, which he had a pretty nice picture of actually…

"Are you serious? Who are you?"

"Rob- Dick Grayson, nice to meet you?" He beamed ear to ear, hoping she hadn't noticed his slipping up on his name. He was just so used to that other name now that to use his real one seemed… wrong. Artemis gave him a strange look, before suddenly placing her hand over the top-most portion of his face.

"Oh, my god. Robin? What are you doing at my school? And was that really your 'secret identity'?" She demanded snapping her hand back. Panic crept in. He had no idea who this girl was, but apparently, he should. How did she know Robin- but not Dick, yet go to Gotham Academy?

"Are you just going to keep staring at me, or say something?" She asked coldly, looming over him.

"Um. Sorry, who are you?" He stammered his sense of cool totally and completely lost.

"Who am I? Is that how you're going to play this? Really? What will 'The Dark Knight' ground you from the Team for a month or something?" She asked, shaking her head in disbelief. Ok Robin…how do you play this… tell the truth? Admit that you think she's some sort of mad fantasy and that you don't know her? Or, go with it? She did mention the team… I could finally find out what's going on! Just which card..? Truth was usually the kinder card to play… and if I trusted her with Robin, apparently, then maybe I can trust her with this.

"Artemis- I need to tell you something, it's kind of important-" The school bell rang.

"Whatever it is, it can wait you little freak- I've got class" And just like that, she was gone.

Robin sat in a numb silence. Batman and I split up? The dynamic duo is no more? I went solo? And then...came here? But what about the team? Did I split up with them too? This other team, the Titans, he didn't recognize their names; Raven, Beastboy, Cyborg and Starfire, but they seemed to know him, and genuinely care for him… but who were they? And why were they in costume at seven in the morning?

"I know it's a lot to take in," The hooded one, Raven, said in a vaguely sympathetic manner.

"A lot? I'm totally overwhelmed, this is crazy- Batman and I… we, we'd never split- ever! None of this makes any sense!" He buried his head in his hands, and was confused even further to find that his hair was significantly longer than he remembered it. Guess I've grown it out these past couple of years…

Beastboy stood awkwardly off to the side next to Cyborg, feeling overwhelmed himself by the situation.

"Dude- should we do something?" He hissed to the other.

"I don't know. I'm not even sure I get what's going on here" Cyborg replied, staring dumbly at the scene playing out in front of him. Robin, on the couch, hunched over and defeated looking, actually near the point of crying, with Raven seated next to him- comforting him? And Starfire floating just above him, doing everything in her power to comfort him.

"Please do not be upset anymore Robin! We will try to make things right! To make you remember!" Starfire was saying, still buzzing around his shoulders like an overly sympathetic hummingbird. He tried to think straight. How could two or three years have passed and he just plain not remember them? And what had happened during them? Apparently he had left Batman, left him and never bothered to call him or even speak of him ever again. He'd abandoned his secret identity of Dick Grayson all together, becoming Robin forever and always. And, to top it all off, had, he presumed, left the team, only to form a new one. An eerily similar one. Starfire clearly had similar tactical abilities to Miss Martian, and Cyborg could probably hold his own against Superboy. Beastboy was silly and funny like Kid Flash and Raven, well he figured she was Zatanna. What got into me that made me do this? And what had happened to the old team? His team… maybe they'll know? He hadn't gotten up the courage to ask them, he was afraid of what he would hear. But no point eating himself up anymore…

"What happened to the Team?" He asked, his voice a whisper.

"The what?" Cyborg asked carefully, all Robin could figure was that having only one ear was a real disadvantage.

"The Team" He said louder, "You know, headed by Aqualad, backed up with everyone from Kid Flash to Red Arrow"

"Aqualad has led… a team?" Starfire asked confused, images of a handsome young fishboy in blue creeping into her memory.

"With Kid Flash and… Speedy in it? Swwweeet! That's killer dude!" Beastboy exclaimed jumping onto the couch on the other side of Robin, apparently forgetting to be sensitive.

"But wait, we only just met Aqualad a few months ago- he couldn't have been leading any team, and what the heck is a 'Red Arrow'?" Cyborg asked, completely at a loss.

"What do you mean we only met Aqualad a few months ago? He's been a sidekick for a few years now" Robin argued, face warm from his trying not to burst into tears and totally lose his last sense of being whelmed.

"I mean we only met him a few months ago, sure we're talking about the same guy? Black hair, blue shirt-" Cyborg began, only to be cut off by Robin,

"Aqualad is blonde with a red shirt. Clearly someone is wrong. Man this is so not aster" He moaned, laying back on the coach.

"Aster..?" Beastboy said baffled.

"Yea, aster, you know- the opposite of disaster?" Robin explained, turning on his side to face the green-skinned boy. Beastboy looked thoughtful for a moment before laughing wildly, "Oh! I get it! Aster! That's a good one- where'd that come from?"

"Where'd it come from? I say it all the time! Ugh! Or at least, I guess I used too" He turned again, now facing upwards, mind completely tied in a knot. Raven had a look of concern building up on her face.

"Guys," She said, "I think things may be worse than I thought"

"How? How can things be worse than this? Robin does not remember who we are! And uses strange not words such as 'aster' to express his feelings! How can anything be worse than this?" Starfire demanded, hands and eyes flashing green from frustration.

"Whoa, Star, chillax" Cyborg said, backing away from the green glow of her hands. "Now Raven, how's it worse?"

"I've been sitting here trying to recall Robin's memories, to find any trace of them in his head for this entire time." Raven explained.

"And..?" Robin said, already expecting the worst.

"And there's nothing there! As far as his brains concerned, the last thing he did was fight that Witch Boy Klarion! But with a different team" Raven continued.

"With a different team..? Wait- the one he mentioned before with Aqualad and Purple Arrow or whatever?"Beastboy asked, pulling his at hair out of frustration.

"Yes- the other team. And the thing is, I think we may have this wrong" Raven said firmly.

"What do you mean we have this wrong?" Starfire asked, hands clutched together.

"What I mean is that last night- when we fought Klarion- I saw something"

"What?" Robin sat up instantly, ready for anything that would tell him that this…existence was all wrong.

"I saw another team- just for a second, after Robin smashed the force field- and they had another Robin. I didn't think anything of it, but…"

"But I'm that Robin! I've got to be!" Robin practically flew at hearing this. I don't abandon Batman, I don't forget Dick Grayson, and I don't leave the team!

"It's a real possibility" Raven said, "But even if you are- I don't see how you could have switched places with our Robin" She's right. He began thinking quickly, how did we switch? Suddenly it occurred to him.

"You said Robin- your Robin smashed the force field?" he asked, cocky smile beginning to form on his lips once again.

"Yes, our Robin smashed the field of magic with one of his bombs, but I don't see how-" Starfire began, only to be cut off by Robin's excited chattering.

"I smashed the field with a bomb! For MY team! Maybe because we both did it-"

"Hold on. Hold on," Cyborg cut in, "Are we saying he's 'another' Robin? Like Larry?"

"Larry? Who's Larry?" Robin asked, only to have the entirety of the Titans say: "You don't want to know"

"What…?" Robin raised a brow, wondering at what could possibly unite all of the Titans in one sentence.

"She says your from another universe. And unfortunately, the only way we know to get you back where you go, is well, with an annoying little dudes magic finger" Cyborg explained.

"What?"

"You'll catch on, for now- we need to run a DNA test to be certain, I hear Batman isn't above replacements" Cyborg shrugged, "Now, blood or hair?"

End chap 4.

Authors notes: Thanks for the good reviews~! How am I doing at staying in charrie? :o And any guesses at what is to come? ;o Afterall, in true Batman spirit: THE WORST IS YET TO COME!