Here it is: the long awaited (or not) sequel to Circus Again!

In which Robin pretty much kidnaps the team and brings them to Wayne Manor, with or without Bruce's permission. Then again, even if he didn't ask Bruce, I'm sure he knows. He is the Goddamn Batman.

Sorry it took so long. I have camp as an excuse, but I've been putting it off since I came back. Sorry!

Oh, and for all you readers who never read Circus Again, it's not strictly necessary to read it, but you should anyway. It's an awesome story, if I do say so myself.

And finally, this is short. I know it's short. It will get longer, I swear. This is pretty much the prologue.

It had been 4 months since Robin's identity had been revealed. Not much had changed. Yes, Robin occasionally took off his mask or glasses, let them call him Dick (although for the most part they still called him Robin per force of habit) and joked around about what had happened in chill that day with Artemis or helped with her homework. But they didn't know anything about his private life other than what they had learned from the circus, and that was mostly about his past, not his present.

Artemis had bugged him about it, but he kept brushing her off. It seemed like they would never know more.

That was about to change.

Robin strolled into the cave, whistling and looking perfectly innocent, like he hadn't a care in the world. Wally was instantly suspicious. He had learned from experience that when Robin had that face on, it meant Trouble with a capital T. Sure enough, Robin smirked slightly and then announced, "We're going on a field trip." The team looked up and exchanged glances. Their last field trip had been to the circus. "Does Batman know about this?" Megan asked. Robin smirked. "Maybe. We're going anyway." "May I ask where we are going?" Aqualad asked politely. Robin's reply was quick and chipper. "You can ask, but I'm not gonna tell. To the bioship!"

KF rolled his eyes- the kid had never gotten over the fact that Batman didn't let him say 'to the Batmobile' and overcompensated whenever he could- and followed after him. It was better to go along with whatever the ninja had planned and hope it didn't get you killed, seriously injured, or in deep doggy doo-doo with Bats. Unfortunately, most of them involved at least one. He had learned that the hard way, and he could only hope the rest of the team wouldn't have similar experiences.

Then again, it could be hilarious. Guess he's have to wait and see.

The rest of the team followed nervously. What did the mischievous bird have in store?

As I have said in several of my other stories, told you it was short.

Until next time!

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