(A/N: *hides* I'm SOOOO sorry I haven't updated! D= I was stuck here for a while, but I have ideas for AFTER this already written so hopefully the next update won't be so… far away XD.

By the way this song is "How You Remind Me" by NICKELBACK *the best band EVER O_O… next to Daughtry of course* Now, THANK YOU SO MUCH for all the reviews! A special thanks to Protector Korii *like HUGE thanks, this wouldn't be updated right now without her* for helping me through my latest writer's block~ She rocks ^-^ if you haven't read any of her stories you are MISSING OUT!

OH and no Slash here~ Just Wally being a good brother~ *because him and Dick are basically that, BORTHERS, nothing more [in this story]*

NOW enjoy~~)

2 Days Later

"I never made it as a wise man…

I couldn't cut it as a poor man stealin',"

"…"

"Tired of living like a blind man…

I'm sick of sight without a sense of feeling,

And this is how you remind me –"

"DICK!"

Dick's eyes opened up and he saw his friend standing there in front of him. He paused the song and pulled out one ear bud. "Yes Wally?"

Wally sighed, annoyed at how long it'd taken him to get his friend attention. Of course, he COULD have just tapped him but he remembered what had happened the last time he did that and didn't wish to relive it. (Dick had flipped him, pinning one arm behind his back and shoving his face into the ground in under a second and BOY had it hurt!).

"Um… I forgot," he mused and Dick rolled his eyes, about to comment when Wally snapped his fingers.

"OH! Wait, I remember. Batman called a bit ago, he says he's moving you back to the house and that he'll be here in just a little bit, of course he called a few minutes ago –"

Dick cut him off his eyes wide; Batman never liked it if he slacked when he wanted to go somewhere. He would have stood up and smacked Wally, but his leg held him back, so instead he settled for whacking one of his idiot friend's legs with his crutches.

"OW!" Wally complained, now holding his knee to his chest as he hopped on one foot.

"That's what you get for not telling me sooner! You know how Bats gets when I'm late! WHY did you NOT tell me sooner anyways?" Dick asked impatiently as he stood up and started to head towards his room, glancing over his shoulder to glare at Wally (who followed) as he went.

"Yeah I know, and I tried but…" Wally rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, "I didn't want you to attack me if I tapped you or something cause I KNOW its instinct and, first off, it hurts me, and second, with your leg the way it is it would hurt you!"

Dick sighed, still smirking a bit, though, at his friend's reasoning. "Hm… now I'm not sure if I should be thanking you or if I should thwack you again…" Dick mused to himself while Wally prayed for the first option.

Dick shrugged. "I'll decide later," he informed his friend before heading along to his room and typing in the key code for it. The door swooshed open and Dick stepped inside.

Just then, the two boys paused when they heard the Zeta Beam whirl up.

"Recognized –Batman 02," the computer announced and Dick cursed, about to head out and explain to his mentor why he wasn't ready when he felt a breeze go by him. He turned around and saw his friend standing there, the room behind him clean, with Dick's bag in his hand.

"Here, I figured, of course, I owe you," Wally mumbled sheepishly and Dick shook his head, grinning as he took the bag and throwing it over his shoulder before readjusting his crutches acordingly.

"Thank you Wall-man," Dick replied with a grin and Wally nodded before the two headed out into the main room where Bruce was standing.

"Are you ready to go?" Bruce asked and Dick nodded, adjusting his backpack when it started to slip off of his shoulder. Before he could, though, Bruce took it from him and Dick sighed.

"One question, though," Dick said right as Bruce started to walk away. His guardian paused and looked at him.

"Yes?" he persisted, urging him to continue.

"Why am I going back home? I mean, I love it there, but here is nice too and wouldn't I be safer here?" Dick questioned curiously.

"Now that everyone knows where the Batcave is, we need to up the security so I'm bringing you back to do that," Bruce explained gruffly. "You will be working on the technological half of it, due to your injury and better knowledge in that field, while I will do the grunt work."

Dick nodded with a smirk on his face at his father was actually kind of admitting that HE was better with technology. "Okay," he agreed.

Bruce nodded curtly before Dick said good bye to Wally and the two of them headed over to the Zeta Beams.

"Recognized – Batman 02, Robin B01," the computer said before it whirred up and the two were gone.

…. …. …. …. ….

Dick sighed as he sat at the Batcave computer, his crutches leaning up against it next to him. He thrummed his fingers on the keyboard with one hand as the other moved easily through the steps of installing various cameras and other devices Bruce had set up today as well as get them all linked up to both his and Bruce's writs computers. He felt so useless at the moment, despite all of the technological things he'd been doing as the day progressed.

Dick sighed as he did a few more things before he sort of stopped. He stared blankly at the computer screen, various thoughts running through his mind as he did. Eventually he wasn't even focusing on what was in front of him as he continued to muse in his head.

"I never would have thought that my life would change so drastically, ever. It never even crossed my thoughts once that this is what would happen, well, not this way. I though Batman and Robin would never be exposed, heck, I even planned on being a hero in college. My whole future has changed because of this or, well, my thoughts on my future…

Why is the press taking this whole thing the way they are anyways? They were dragging the story to a whole different level, exaggerating it in ways to make it sick and twisted beyond recognition. Heroes are the good guys; we've been saving their lives for YEARS are here they are making everyone believe we are basically as bad as murders now! They make us sound like we were hiding because we are bad or something. It's like they're pointing blame at us, but for what? What have we REALLY done wrong besides self defense and the defense of those we care for? Our identities only help keep us and them safe, not hurt anyone else.

Of course, journalists are stupid. You can never speak safely too them without fear of it being twisted. Most of them are just in it for the money while others treat it like a story with a plot to be twisted and molded to their own liking until it's so interesting that it's basically lie, fiction! I don't get the appeal of ruining someone's life or reputation just to give amusement to others…

I wonder how long it will take them to go after the others, and who will they go after first? Maybe Oliver, since he's a non meta too. Will they really be able to connect Artemis through him? Her name isn't very creative, but, I mean I can understand Roy but Arty and Oliver aren't really related at all.

Will we all stay heroes once everyone finds out or not? I mean, we still have people to save, that won't change, but now the villains will know who to go after…

Will anyone else be discovered even? Maybe Bruce and I are just a casualty to show everyone else how to hide better, we were being too lax, we needed to up our guards and we just didn't see it ourselves. Sometimes things need to happen in order to force change, but why to us? Why –"

"Master Richard," Alfred's voice rang through Dick's wrist computer.

"Yeah Alfred?" Dick answered.

"Tell Master Bruce he needs to come upstairs, he seems to have turned off his wrist computer and there are people upstairs waiting for him," Alfred told the young boy. Dick thought he heard the butler add something under his breath but he didn't ask.

"Yeah, he'll be up in a second," Dick said before spinning the chair around and getting up with his crutches.

Dick headed through the cave and down to the floor Bruce was on. He sighed and limped over. "Bruce," he said and his father looked over, "Alfred wants you upstairs, says some people are here for you."

Bruce nodded, not commenting on who it was, he was pretty sure he knew. He'd feared them finally coming, but what more could they do to him at this point. Bruce sighed and headed over to Dick and the two got back into the elevator.

Bruce noticed Dick hadn't hit the button to get back off at the main floor of the cave; instead, the only button lit up was the one for the mansion.

"Are you coming up too?" Bruce asked him cautiously and Dick shrugged.

"I kind of wanted to get a snack or do homework, plus I'm basically done on the computer anyways," Dick told him and Bruce grunted. He didn't really want Dick up there because he knew he could be a target for his "guests", but there was no stopping the boy so he allowed it.

The elevator dinged, announcing their arrival to the desired floor before the doors whooshed open. Dick hobbled out and headed to the kitchen while Bruce paused in the hallway. He cursed when he suddenly heard a swarm of voice and rushed to "rescue" his son.

Dick cursed when the swarm of reporters greeted him the second they heard him enter the kitchen. He swore they were half wolf or something, how else could they have heard him or known he was there?

Also, how did they get in?

"Dick, what was your reaction to the Joker when he attacked?"

"Has crime been any harder for you because of the recent turn of events?"

"How have your friends been treating you?"

"Dick! Is –"

Bruce growled and shoved his way to his son's side. He noted the butler standing near a doorway with a concerned look on his face, but Bruce just gave him a nod, saying he could handle this. Alfred nodded back but didn't move from his spot.

Dick glared at the reporters as more questions were fired rapidly, especially now that Bruce was here.

"Bruce, has your work environment changed any recently because of this?"

"Bruce! Why did you allow for Dick to be hurt?"

"How –"

"Silence!" Bruce suddenly snapped and everyone grew quiet. He took in a deep breath and knew he'd have to answer some of their questions or else they'd never leave, but he'd have to be careful with his words. Also, if he was going to do this he would do it on his time and on his terms.

"I will only answer a few questions, my son needs to eat so if you'll all be so kind as to let him get THROUGH," Bruce said and everyone quickly parted for Dick. The fact that Bruce would answer some questions willingly made them a lot more cooperative towards him.

"Now, let us take this to the living room," Bruce said calmly and headed off while the reporters quickly followed. Bruce sat down in his arm chair and looked at them all. "Sit," he told them and they did. "I wish to treat this more like a press conference so that means hand raising and not just shouting out your answers. I am obliged to not answer what I please and pick who I please; if my rules are not followed I will have to make you all leave."

There was a pause and Bruce smirked slightly at how much they were behaving. "You may ask now," he said simply and all of the hands in front of him shot up. Bruce began pointing out people and the questions rolled, most involved how this had affected him and how the news about it had affected him. He mostly favored questions from Gotham Gazette or the Daily Planet, he didn't want too many things to be global but he knew every reporter was soaking up his answer no matter if it was directed towards them or not. Bruce compared them to starving men, looking for whatever "food" they can get their hands on, even if it's not theirs.

Dick had wandered into the room with a sandwich in one hand at one point and he answered a few questions also. Bruce was being very picky with which ones he would answer and which ones he wouldn't. He felt as though he'd answered a lot already but they just kept coming.

Finally, though, someone asked the question Bruce had been dreading the entire time.

Bruce had chosen to answer a question from a man named Chad from the New York Inquirer and the man was happy to supply to Bruce what was on his mind.

"How closely are your two lives intertwined Mr. Wayne? Has one being exposed to the other been disruptive towards both? Also, did the heroes know your identity before this and are you willing to share with us any of the identities of the other heroes with us?"

Bruce's hands clenched into a fist, his muscles flexing as he glared at the now smirking Chad.

"I refuse to answer any of that, also I will not confirm or deny knowing any of the other heroes' identities or them knowing mine prior to this situation," Bruce growled firmly, rising from his chair. "This meeting is dismissed, now everyone get out! No more questions!"

Just as everyone started to leave and Bruce had thought that he'd gotten the last word, he was proven wrong.

Chad met Bruce's gaze, still smirking and said simply, "Mind if I quote you on that?"

(A/N: Sorry if this sucks, my beta-y friend wasn't on to help me tweak the last half so I just posted it! I wanted to get this up for you all today and I hope you enjoyed it! As mentioned in the prior A/N I have the next chapter partially written so it will hopefully be up quicker than this one was, but I was pushing a boulder uphill with this chapter. The next one won't be as hard.

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