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Ch 17

Robin's POV

I stare at Mickey for a moment, exasperated. "We need to talk? Ya think?" I wasn't even going to bother playing dumb. Last thing I needed was her getting pissed and spreading this around.

"Well, seein' as I just accidentally found out you're some superhero hotshot, yea, I think talkin' is kinda necessary. Though you're a damn good actor, John. Never woulda pegged you for the superhero type."

"That was kinda the point…" I mutter. "And I would've gotten away with it to, if-"

"If it weren't for us meddling kids?" she teases, and it takes a tremendous effort to not laugh. After all, this is serious! Well, in a totally strange reality TV kinda way… "So, what do I have to worry 'bout? Those rumors 'bout you and the Bat true? You make people disappear? 'Cuz I'm not planning on outin' you to the school."

This time I do smirk. "No, we don't make people disappear. Stopped that a few years ago. New Bat-policy. We'll just wipe your memories instead." She stares at me, not sure whether I'm serious or not. "Kidding!"

"Oh! Good. Sorry, wonder boy, you just seem the serious type. Hard to tell when you're kidding."

"Well, like you said before, it's all acting."

"In or out of costume?" Mickey asks, genuinely curious. I shrug.

"Both, I guess. In costume, I'm not really the 'boy wonder' the news makes me out to be. I'm just a regular guy, nothing extraordinary, especially compared to my friends. Here, I'm some quiet kid that's good in school. Reality's a whole different story."

"And I'm sure that in reality, you've got some whole different name, life, family…" I nod, though I avert my eyes at the mention of family- my 'family' is… complicated, after all.

"And I'm also sure," she continues, "That those other two I've seen you hangin' around with are also capes? Tim and Barbara Gordon?"

"It's none of my business how they decide to spend their evenings."

She continues on, choosing to ignore me. "Barb it'd make sense, her dad's the commissioner, right? She could be that Batgirl! And Tim could be that new little Robin flyin' in Gotham, he's got the brains for it. And why else would you and Miss. College girl be hangin' around him for?"

I try to stutter out a rebuttal, but nothing comes out. "And the new Robin's been around ever since the second one quit or disappeared or somethin', right around the time Wayne's kid got buried… and now that I think of it, the second Robin came around 'bout a few months after you disappeared over to Jump City, which is conveniently the same time where Wayne's foster kid, Dick Grayson got shipped off to go study abroad or whatever. And if the rumors 'bout Tim bein' adopted by Wayne are true…" her eyes widen in shock, and she stares at me for a second.

"Shit, you're that Grayson kid, aren't you? You're Dick Grayson!" I'm about to protest, but I can see the look on her face- no matter what I say to dissuade her, she's going to stay rightly convinced – she knows my secret identities. Both of them. Great.

Mickey's POV

I can't believe it. I can't. When I woke up this mornin', you think I said to myself, "Hey, lets go find out a bunch of superhero's secret I.D's!" Cause if you think that, you're as crazy as the Joker.

So okay, fine, whatever. Find out John's Robin. Whatever. Not a problem. We just go our separate ways, and all's well. 'Course not. I gotta start thinking, and open my mouth, and now I know the three Robin's I.D.'s, Batgirl, and- "Crap, if you're Grayson, Wayne's gotta be the Bat!" Alright, make that five heroes.

Course, now that my brain processed that, It's got me thinkin' bout how some of them friends of Wayne seem a bit off too. Like how the reporter from Metropolis Brucey's always with is seen constantly with Lois Lane, the chick Supes is always saving, and how Mayor and billionaire Oliver Queen from Star City is always judgin' archery contests, and how his foster kid's the same age as Speedy, and Diana Prince sure looks like Wonder Woman, and- God, what have I gotten myself into?"

I look up at John-er, Dick, Robin, whatever, who's starin' at me like I'm some rabid animal. "Are you sure Bats would be totally against brain wiping my memories?"

Beastboy's POV

I grab my lunch from my book bag, (seriously the 'veggies' in this school look more like mutant zombie bugs or something) and sit down at empty table, a few away from this kid John who's in my fencing class, and one of Star's friends, Mickey. Still trying to figure out if that's her real name or not. Wait-I do a double take- what the heck are they doing sitting together? I shrug. John's a nice enough guy. He's probably just tutoring her or something. But then… where are their books?

Mickey's POV

John-er-Robin-Dick, guy in front of me, suddenly starts to nod, and takes a book from his bag. "What are you-?" he shushes me real quick.

"Just go with it. We're being watched," he hissed. Watched? Real quick I scan the crowd to see who- 'parently besides half the school, Beastboy is. And he's like, two tables away, so… I go with it.

"Yea, I just don't really get the stuff in chapter seven," I state louder than necessary, "So it's messin' me up with everything else pretty bad. Think you can help?" He shrugs, unsure, and I realize real quick that he most definitely is not no boy wonder right now- shy, quiet John is back.

Beastboy's POV

… Never mind then. Looks like they're back to being study buddies or something. I get back to my tofu… well, until a huge shadow falls over me. And somehow, I don't think it's Cyborg here to apologize…

"Hey, green bean." Great. Just great. I can already hear the other dudes coming up behind him.

"Hey, random-kid-I-don't-know-the-name-of," I respond, even though it's a total lie. Everyone knows them. The stupid football players they are. And it's just my luck that Cyborg isn't in the same lunch period as me and his buddies. They've kinda taken up harassing me as a sport. But I'm used to people calling names. I did spend half my life with the Doom Patrol. Prepares you for the real world. "What do you want?"

"What the hell are you doing over here all by yourself? Don't you hang with those Titan freaks? What about the hot alien chick? Why dontcha hang with Kori? Hmm? Oh! That's right! Because you're the dumbest, weakest kid on your team! I bet Robin could kick your ass without breaking a sweat!"

"Well, he was trained by Batman, and we made him leader for a reason," is the only response I give them.

"Wasn't talkin' 'bout your Robin. I was talking about the dead one kicking your ass!" His goobs all 'ooh' as if what he said was totally awesome or something dumb like that. Whatever. But… dead Robin? I didn't know there was more then one…

"So how'd you get on the team anyway, huh? You can't do nothing! You're just a freak with green skin!"

"Well, dude, I can turn into animals. Hence the name? Beastboy?"

"Oooooooh, snap! You got me there! Animals? Watch out, guys! He might turn into a puppy and give us rabies! Or worse- maybe he's gonna turn into a kitten and scratch us!" Again with the 'oooh-ing'. Seriously, those dudes need a life.

"Don't you have a life outside of football and bugging me?"

"Bugging you? Punny, Butterfly-Boy!" I didn't respond, other then to stab my poor tofu onto my fork. Which he immediately whacks out of my hand, knocking my lunch onto the floor. "Ha ha! Interception!"

"Would you just shut up? Don't you have to go wash your jockstrap or something?" I guess I'm not 'cool' enough to get 'ooooh-ed' but the football lankeys do stand there slack-jawed. I don't know why, until the head quarterback's fist is hurtling at my face. I block the hit, and push him backwards. "DUDE! What. Is. Your. Deal?" I'm prepared for him to swing again. I'm not prepared for the three guys behind him jumping into the fight, tackling me, and helping to beat me up.

I can't focus long enough to change into an animal. I'm too shocked that they're actually beating the snot out of me, one of the people trying to protect them. Talk about ungrateful. But on the grateful side, I'm sorta grateful that I'm slowly… losing consciousness… and…

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