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Chapter 1

I Hate Everything about You

"I thought I made it very clear years ago that as long as you are my partner, you doasIsay!" Batman's voice bellowed, echoing through the cave.

"Well maybe you should plan better next time," I said. "Because, incase you haven't noticed, I just saved your life!"

"You could have been killed!"

"Well, wouldn't that have been nice."

"Richard, it's my job to protect you," Bruce said.

"Then don't try to get killed in the process, because if you die, I'm back in the orphanage!"

"I'm not going to die."

"Yeah, because nearly having an entire building collapse on you is the complete opposite of dying."

"I don't want any attitude from you!"

"Maybe you should have thought about attitude before you decided to take me in."

"Go to your room," he said.

"I'm 13, Bruce, you can't send me to my room."

He sent me a Batglare that screamed murder, "This is my house, and you will do what I tell you. I am your legal guardian, and without me, you would be in an orphanage somewhere, so tomorrow morning, I expect that major changes in that attitude."

"Yeah?" I said, changing into my civvies. "Well maybe I didn't want you to take me in. I know, Bruce, why you did it. You didn't really care about me; you were having pity on me."

"Dick, it's not—"

"Shut up!" I screamed. "I don't want your pity! I don't want anything from you!"

"Then what do you want, Dick?"

I paused before answering, "I want my parents."

"Dick, you sound like a child."

"I am a child, Bruce. I may be Robin, but I'm still a kid."

"You chose to be Robin."

"No, Bruce, you chose for me to be Robin. You knew that you could never keep being Batman a secret from me, so the moment you told Gordon you would take me in, you planned for me to be your sidekick."

"You're right, Dick, I did plan it. I never expected you to find out so soon, but it happened. Dick, I wanted you to get justice for your parents' death. I wanted you to get the justice that I never did."

"So you took me in for that reason, because you're stuck in the past?"

"I didn't want you to turn out like me!"

"Well, thanks for the thought, but I would never be like you. You know why, Bruce? Because I hate you. I hate everything you do, the way you treat people, the way you belittle everything that isn't perfect in your eyes!"

"Richard—" he started, but again, I cut him off.

"Don't talk to me," I said. "I'm tired, Bruce; tired of living a double life, of having to lie to everyone I meet. I'm leaving in the morning. I'm not telling you where I'm going, and you're not going to stop me. I'm tired of being near you, Bruce. Te urăsc." [1]

I stormed up into the express elevator and through the manor into my room. I wanted so badly to leave right then, but I needed to sleep, and it wouldn't happen outside, seeing how it was February.

I lay down on the bed and pulled out my cell phone. Wally and I had plans the next day, but his place would be the first area Bruce would look for me.

"Can'tmakeittomorrow," I typed, inserting Wally's number.

About 10 seconds later, the screen lit up. "Ynow?"

"I'mskippingtown." Wally wouldn't tell anyone else.

"WHAT?"

"BruceandIhadafight," I replied.

Now the phone was violently vibrating and a picture of Wally and I together appeared.

I sighed and answered, holding the phone away from my ear when Wally started yelling nonsense, but I finally picked up on the last word: "Why?"

"We were following a lead in Gotham and ended up finding Clayface. Bruce told me to stand back and let him deal with it, but it went wrong. Clayface actually picked up a house and tried to drop it on Bruce."

"Soo you got in a fight over a house being dropped on him?"

"I ran over and pushed Bruce out of the way, and he went off on me when we got back."

"Rough," Wally said. "But where will you go?"

"Not sure," I replied. "But I can't stay here."

"You could stay with me."

"That's the first place Bruce is gonna look if he really wants me to come back. I've heard of this city Blüdhaven, it's just south of Gotham."

"But do you know of anyone there?"

"No, but that's why it will work. Bruce won't look there, because he'll be busy assaulting you, the Team and Babs."

"Dick, you need to be careful out there."

"I know, I will be."

"Its winter, you'll freeze to death," Wally said. "Besides; no one is gonna let a short 13 year old rent an apartment."

"What else can I do, Wally? I'm not staying here. Bruce doesn't need me, nor does he want me around anymore."

"Just don't do anything stupid, ok?"

"I won't," I said.

"And call me, or Roy, or Kaldur is you ever need anything."

"I will. But I've gotta go. I'll call once I get to Blüdhaven."

"Bye, buddy. Don't die out there, ok?"

"I won't." I hung up the phone and plugged it in to charge before crawling under the blankets.

The next morning, I was freezing, which could only have meant that Bruce turned off the heat in my room. I really didn't want to leave, but I had no choice. I rolled onto my side and opened my eyes slightly, before closing them again against the blinding light.

Bruce opened my curtains, of course. He was being immature now. I sat up and opened my eyes again, slowly letting them adjust to the bright light. It was never this bright in the morning.

I looked to the window, but it wasn't there; nothing was there that should have been. My bed had been replaced by a massive pile of hay and feathers with a small blanket and pillow. There was no bedroom, really, just one massive room made of rotting wood. I was in a loft of some kind, and below me there was a small pile of books, some hay bails, and a metal bucket.

"What happened?" I asked, standing up and brushing hay and feathers from my black and red pajamas. I rubbed my bare arms as a draft made it's way into the room.

"What happened?" a strange voice asked next to me. "You made a wish, and you got it!"

I looked around and saw the weirdest thing I've ever seen. It was a pig with a unicorn horn.

"Who are you?" I asked, glancing nervously at the strange creature. "And what do you mean, I made a wish?"

"I am a Pigacorn, and my name is Tomski. And I mean you made a wish."

"Tomski?"

The Pigacorn nodded proudly, "It's Polish."

"So what are you doing here? And where is here?"

"Here is just what you wished for."

"What did I wish for?" I demanded.

"You wished that Bruce Wayne had never taken you in as his ward."

"How did you know?"

"I am what you would call a Fullfiller. I get a wish sent my way, and I make it come true."

"So I wished that Bruce never took me in… and you found out, so made it come true?" I asked.

"Well, sort of. I more sent you into another dimension in which Bruce Wayne never took you in. You are now in the body of the Richard Grayson of this world."

"But I'm still wearing the pajamas that Bruce gave me."

"Yes, because your appearance doesn't change from how you looked when you made your wish."

"Can I see what the other me looks like?"

"If you can find a mirror, then yes, but those are rare around here."

"What do you mean?"

"You'll find out, but I have another wish to grant. Just call me if you need anything."

I looked back to where Tomski was before, but there was no sign of him. I sighed and realized I really had to go to the bathroom. But… there was no toilet or anything in the room.

I jumped down from the loft, flipping as I did so, and landed on my feet. I examined the room from this angle, now. The only thing close to a toilet was the metal bucket, which meant… I decided to just hold it for now, until I could be sure.

I tried to open the massive door of the building, but found it wouldn't budge, so I tried a window that had no glass. I climbed out and made my way onto the street, expecting to see the tall buildings of Gotham. But it wasn't Gotham, nor was it Blüdhaven. The streets were different, and the buildings were covered in snow.

I walked into the street and caught bits and pieces of conversations coming from the passer-bys, but it was all in a different language, though I understood it perfectly.

I gaped in shock as I realized that I was nowhere near Gotham anymore. I was in Romania.

...to be continued...

A/N:Ok,soooIhadtheideaforthiswhilelisteningto—waitforit!—Aladdin.ItwasalwaysmyfavouriteDisneymovieasakid,andIthoughtit'dmakeaprettyepicstory...hopeyouliked!IDieWithoutYouwillbeupdatedinNovemberforNaNoWriMo