I do not own Young Justice

I do not own Robin, in legal form or body... XD

I may contiue this...though it will start as a one-shot, see how people will react.

Watchmen? Watched the movie last night-Amazing. New Fav. Movie.

HERE WE GO-WINDING DOWN

Dictonaries were what other people thought the word meant, not what it actually meant in terms of reality. They were nothing more than empty words and promises, false truths and lies; hate and pain and lust mixing horribly to create a society on the verge of overpopulation and war.

It was the truth.

What he saw was not streets, but gutters. Gutters that were overflowing with human blood, rotting corpses basking in the half-hidden moonlight, their faces frozen in terrified screams and harshly disfigured. The vermin that have somehow survived this long will drown in their combined blood lust and sex and murder. It will be intresting to watch, how this city will burn itself to the ground...or rather, drown in a seas of blood caused by a hate with no foundation.

Right now, they stared into the gates of high fire and darkness, the smell of brimstone burning through the air. Hell has opened again, having reached the Witching hour, taking more souls every night. Every person with any sort of intelligence will be left speechless, while the rest will screaming in agony. They will scream like children, who have just began witnessing what they have been sheltered from their entiore life: Reality.

The night reeks of murder and fear, as does ever other one.

This was the truth.

It had to be, it was all he knew.

Robin walked aimlessly around the manner, going through the many interlocking hallways but never getting lost, even though he was not watching where he was going.

Not Dick.

Robin.

Sure, he wore no glasses or had any insignia. But he was Robin, the boy who frightened men, not Dick, who is an ophaned boy under the care of a playboy.

He had learned long ago that Dick never exsisted.

Every person with any sort of intelligence will be left speechless, while the rest will screaming in agony. They will scream like children, who have just began witnessing what they have been sheltered from their entire life: Reality.

This is what he saw each day.

Hate and lust, sex and guns, drugs and whores...It went on and on.

He didn't have to look out the window to know there was a child sitting on the sidewalk, a bruise on his cheek and tears sliding down his face. He didn't need to turn on the news to know there were at least ten different serial killers running lose in this city alone, that Batman and Robin and the police were stretched so thin that they couldn't catch them all.

He didn't need to be told that Zucco was hunting him down, thinking he had sicced the Batman on him those few short years ago, that he was attacked on behalf of the orphaned circus freak whose parents he had just killed.

What came as the shock was that Bruce, no Batman, was allowing Young Justice to become his personal body gaurd until he was found and thrown back in jail. Only this time, the jail would be of Batman's choosing.

Or would it be Bruce who chose?

Who the father or the mentor of this boy be the one to decide, since both sides of the one he lived with had seperate personalities, all their own?

The front door rang and his head snapped up, his face hard.

The team has arrived.

-X-

"Yes, sir. We understand." Aqualda was wearing his civvies, as was everyone else. Artemis had to wear glasses and a wig, on Batman's orders and now she knew why.

She was going to be protecting Dick Grayson; that irritating freshmen who had snapped that picture with her. "We'll laugh about this one day."

Right now, they were speaking with Bruce Wayne and his butler.

"He is not to know what is going on. Don't even hint at it. I don't want him worrying." Bruce looked down at them, not quite glaring but making it a stressed point.
"Of course, sir." She smiled as best she could.
"Where is he?" M'gann asked, looking around the foyer, which was at least twice the size of the rec room back at the cave.
"Upstairs, i believe. I dare hope he is not in the basement. I don't like the idea of him being down there too often." The butler and Bruce shared a look before he pulled out his phone and dialed a number, seeming to know how to text, waited.

A phone's ringtone went off somewhere to their right.

A few moments later, Dick came out of the hall. He looked up and saw the team, who offered him smiles, but he just gave them a look of pure mistrust.

Robin couldn't believe this.

How much did they know?

He could handle himself!

"Dick, this is Superboy, Aqualad, Kid Flash, Miss Martian and...I'm sorry, i didn't catch your name." He placed a hand on his ward's shoulder, steering the smaller boy near them.
"Uhm...Quiver. Name's Quiver."
"Hi." Robin, using Dick's soft voice, said.
"I have to go, but Dick, be sure to be poliet. Maybe give them a tour? They'll be staying with us for some time." Atremis, who knew this kid from school, was suddenly feeling cold. Of course, he didn't know it was her, only that she was a stranger in his house for an unknown reason.

And then Bruce was gone.

Alfred left to go prepare dinner, leaving the teens alone.

"So...What do you want to do?" asked Kid Flash.

Dick eyed him before motioning for them to fallow him, taking them up the stairs. "This is the second floor. That there is the parlor and that's the billard room. This is the sitting room, and that at the other end is the library and Bruce's home-office." He pointed to the rooms and turned around to point to the library. "There are two stairways that lead up to the thrid floor, one on this end and one over in the back. I suggest using this one, since its newer and doesn't creak."

He lead them up the darkened stairway, pointing to paintings and such, until they reached the top.

"Uhm...I'm not sure which rooms you'll be taking. You'll have to ask Alfred. This is my room, and the one across is Bruce's. Alfred's is next to his. The room next to mine is my office. And Alfred's room connects to his office..."
"Wait, you have an office?" Asked Wally in disblief.
"Yes...? Bruce wants to make sure i get all my work done without being distracted." He shifted unconfortably, shoving his hands deep into his jeans' pockets.
"Tch." Wally grumbled under his breath, but caught the look Dick sent him. "What?"
"What? Geez. You think just cuz' Bruce is some big hot-shot rich guy means i gotta be a snob? Way to steryotype!" He pushed past him, only to be stopped by a ringtone.

Not just any ringtone.

"Robin's".

He fumbled with it, acting angry but relieved. "Hey, what gives, Rob?" He paused, waiting. "No. Everything's fine." He counted to ten. "What? Are you here?" He looked around, lifting the phone from his ear, allowing his recorded eerie crackle to filter through the air. "Dude! Bruce'll kill you if you hacked the system again!"

Alibi complete.

Thanks to the parinoid Batman.

"Yeah...? What! I'm going to kill him." He hung up the phone, glaring at the team.

But that didn't mean he couldn't entertain himself.