Hi! This will be my newest story for a while! I don't really have much to say right now so read on! Oh wait, I don't think that Robin's parents died in December but I wanted to put this in the Wintertime for some reason. I don't really understand why I felt like this being in December but I just did.

Gotham City

December 14th, 2012

11:50 PM

I felt a small jolt when the Batmobile turned the corner sharply. "Where are we going?" I looked up at my mentor inquiringly.

"Bane escaped Arkham Asylum again. I traced him to a warehouse near the docks. Are you alright Dick? You look a little tired," I could hear the concern in Batman's voice. He had said it in his daddy bats tone. He still treated me like a little kid sometimes.

"I'm fine. I didn't get much sleep after we fought Scarecrow in that alley last night." Batman nodded at me and pulled the car over to the curb. He glared at me as if he knew there was something else I was hiding. And there was. My parents had died 5 years ago, today. I was mentally crossing my fingers that he wouldn't keep pressing for answers and he didn't.

"Let's go." We both leaped out of the car and grappled to the top of the warehouse to observe through a skylight. Below us, Bane was counting a large pile of money from a sack greedily. Batman and I exchanged glances with each before Batman jumped straight through the skylight onto the ground below with me landing next to him.

"Playtime's over Bane," I have to admit, I love to make stupid remarks to criminals. I have a list of them in the Batcave which I still haven't used yet. He stood up and pressed a button on his wrist and his bane venom caused his muscles to expand which made his veins become extremely visible. It really grosses me out every time when he does that. I wouldn't be surprised if that grossed him out. He charged towards us and we leaped out of the way in separate directions. I reached down to my belt and pulled out some explosive birdarangs and flung them at Bane, Batman doing the same. One of them exploded next him and he turned to look at me before running towards me in a rage again. In response I jumped up in the air to send him a flying kick to the face, but just when we were about to collide he swung his fist out and it hit me right in the head and sending me flying into the wall across the warehouse. And, yes, it was a giant warehouse. All I heard was a sickening crack and Batman calling out my name before everything faded into black.

Batcave

December 22nd,2012

10:30 PM

I woke up and I immediately felt a sharp pang of protest from my head. Opening my eyes slowly I looked around myself. I was in a- cave? I looked down at my hands and I noticed I had black gloves on that had pockets for compartments. When I sat up slowly and looked to my right to see a tall man with black hair working at a large computer with a map of Gotham pulled up.

Where am I? It took me a moment to realize I said that out loud which alerted the man nearby to turn around.

"Dick?" How did he know my name? "How are you feeling?" His voice was deep and he sounded caring but I can't trust someone so quickly

"W-Who are you?" My voice shook when I said it to him. His eyes widened and he stared at me in shock.

"It's me, Bruce," Did I know him? The name sounded familiar but I can't be sure, "What's the last thing you remember before you woke up?"

I hesitated before answering, "I was practicing with my parents for our circus act. Wait- my parents. Where are my parents?" Bruce eyes widened even more which I didn't think was possible. He looked down at his feet. "Did you- kidnap me?"That's it. It had to be it. I don't guy remember anything before this, there wasn't another explanation to this. He snapped out of his daze and began to walk towards me and I freaked out. Jumping off of the bed I woke up in, I ignored the gigantic headache I had. I ran for a nearby staircase with Bruce in pursuit. Just as I started to go up I banged straight into an elderly man carrying a tray, which he dropped in order to catch me from falling down the stairs.

"Master Richard, are you alright?" That guy knew my name too! Bruce caught up and grabbed my wrist to keep me from running but I thrashed around wildly.

"Let me go," I shrieked.

"Dick. You have amnesia. Calm down," Bruce said. A plan came to me and I stopped struggling for a moment. The butler-looking man's eyes widened what Bruce had said. I shook my head and pulled my wrist free from his grip suddenly, taking Bruce by surprise. Tears sprung up in my eyes and I started to run again. I only stopped to knock the elderly man over to distract Bruce who, of course, caught him. At the top of the stairs I emerged into an office. I was on the ground floor so I opened a window and climbed through, running out into the nighttime air.

River Street

December 22, 2012

11:15 PM

I looked into the window of a antique shop to look in an old mirror and see my reflection. I saw that I was wearing jeans, a green hoodie and a black jacket over that. Plus there was white gauze wrapped around my head. How did I get into these clothes? It made no sense. Maybe I really did have amnesia. I looked at my face and I saw that I did look a lot more taller and mature then I had last time I looked into the mirror. I reached up and lightly touched my head which still caused me to gasp in pain. Maybe I had hit my head. But it would have to be quite a hit to make my head hurt this much. I pulled up my hood to conceal the gauze on my head so I wouldn't attract too much attention. I also did it to stay warm because I had just realized how cold it was. There's ice everywhere.

For a while, I just gazed into the window at my reflection. Finally, I turned around thinking about trying to find a place to stay for the night. It was too cold and dark to look for the Circus ground, try to reach my parents, or find out where I am. I was about to start walking when I collided with a large man who was being followed by a large gang. The impact caused me to gasp in pain again and I stumbled back, slipping on ice.

"Hey, watch where you're going punk," he pulled out a gun and pointed it at me. Wow, this guy must be quite short tempered.

"I'm sorry!" I whimpered, my eyes refused to leave leave the barrel of the gun.

"You better be punk!" He started to tuck his gun back into his jacket pocket when the guy directly behind him piped up.

"Hey, isn't that Bruce Wayne's kid?" There was that guy's name again. Bruce. But wait- Bruce Wayne? He's a billionaire. How would I be his "kid"? I wondered if the Bruce that I think kidnapped me is Bruce Wayne. He would never kidnap some though. Or would he? All of the men in the gang stared directly at my face. Even in the darkness of the street I could see their astonished faces. They looked like they recognized me for some strange reason.

"Yeah, it is!" One person said incredulously.

"Well don't just stand there! Grab him! Imagine how much money we could hold ransom on him for!" The guy who I originally bumped into ordered his gang to grab me, who hadn't even stood up, and was pulling his gun back out. Everyone surrounded me, pulling out their own guns. I started to get really scared again. I acted quickly and jumped as high as I could over them and managed to get away from the group and start running. I didn't know this area so I knew I was going to get lost but lost sounds better than those people. They all followed me. I was running faster than I think I've ever run before. After a little bit of running I turned into an alleyway to try to hide. I looked over my shoulder to check where they were when I banged straight into a wall and fell down. Smooth going, Grayson.

One of the gangsters found me and grabbed my wrists tightly pulling me up from where I fell. He was apparently pretty strong because he was holding me of the ground a little bit, looking like he was holding a feather. I couldn't go anywhere. I tried to kick him in the leg but ended up kicking him where it counts by accident because I see much from the way he was holding me. He cried out in pain but didn't let go. He moved my hands together and he held them with one hand. He also tightened his gripped which caused me to whimper slightly in pain. He reached into his belt and pulled out a handgun, pressing it against my head, stilling me. I could hear my heartbeat accelerate to a thousand times a second.

"I found him!" The man called to his colleagues. Before long the whole gang came into the alley. There had to be at least a dozen of them. There was no way I could get away.

"Nice going, Tom," The gang leader said, "So anyone have any suggestions on how much we should him for?" He came closer to me and 'Tom' who tightened his grip even more and pressed his gun farther into my head. I closed my eyes and tried to keep from crying out.

My eyes shot back open when I heard a sharp clank of metal and another man dressed in gray and black dropped into the alley. He had a cape and a Bat symbol on his chest. The Batman! I read about him in the news at breakfast with my parents yesterday. If that was yesterday… Before long everyone except for Tom was knocked out and lying on the ground

"One step closer and I shoot," He threatened. He pushed the gun even harder against my head. I didn't think it was possible for him to be pushing it farther. Batman slipped his hands back under his cape and dropped his fighting stance. It was a very tense moment and I could feel Tom trembling. After a minute, Batman still hadn't moved. Had the gang actually won? This was the Batman I'm talking about here. He doesn't surrender like this! He then very suddenly launched his hand out from under the cape throwing something black towards us. It hit Tom's wrist and he dropped both the gun and me. At the same time, Batman lunged towards him and punched him in the face. After Tom fell to the ground he turned to me.

"Dick," It was Bruce again! What was with this guy?! Was he like a freaking stalker or something? He did just save me though. I looked at him bewildered, not quite sure what to do. Should I run or trust him? He was standing between me and the street so I think if I tried to run he would easily be able to reach out and grab me.

"What do you want?" I demanded. He sighed deeply before speaking again.

"I know this is hard but I need you to listen. You have amnesia. You can trust me. I need you to come back to the manor with me and I can explain everything."

"Where are my parents, where am I, and how do you know me?" I wasn't going anywhere until he answered those questions.

"I can explain it when we get back home," he repeated, "People could hear us here and we'd be in big trouble then because our secret identities would be known."

"I don't have a secret identity!" I was Richard Grayson and no one else.

"Please can I just take you back home?"

"You mean your home. I don't even know you." How did I know he wasn't an imposter, that this was just some trick? It might be a fake Batman costume and my brain kept saying not to go with him. My head throbbed and my stomach growled, telling me to follow him. But still, I wanted an answer. To the first question at least.

"Where are my parents?" He looked at me for a moment and then kneeled down in front of me. I stared into his eyes, well more like his mask, when I felt his hand touch my shoulder. He used his free hand to unmask himself, something unheard of The Dark Knight doing, and my suspicions were confirmed that he was Bruce. He frowned and said,

"Your parents died 5 years ago. I've been raising you since you were 8. I'm sorry." That just felt like a smack in the face. I stumbled backwards away from him until I had hit the wall of the alley. My eyes were wide and I stared at him. He looked at his feet guiltily.

"It's not true! It CAN'T be true! Stop lying to me and tell me the actual truth!" I held in a scream but I got ready to run past him. He seemed to notice this and when I began to run he grabbed me by the arm. His gloved grip was firm, but he wasn't hurting me.

"Dick, look at the date. I'm not lying I promise," He pulled a communicator out of his belt and switched it on. I could read the date clearly in the corner. It had to be wrong though. It was December 22nd, 2012? As the realization hit me, images of my parents' deaths ran through my head in a flash. That was all I could remember but I realized he wasn't lying. I closed my eyes and I could feel tears coming up. Bruce released my arm and spoke to me in a gentle tone.

"It's okay. Let's go home," I finally gave in and followed him a block or two to where he had parked the Batmobile but I was still doing everything I could to keep from crying. I still wasn't sure whether I could trust Bruce or not. I was actually astonished at how cool it looked, despite the horror I was feeling at the moment. I opened the door and climbed in. It became silent in the car as Batman floored it. I could see Wayne Manor rapidly approaching.

"What happened?" I finally asked as we pulled back into the same cave as earlier, which I now knew as the Batcave. He didn't answer but kept walking with me right behind me.

"I can explain in the morning. It's late." His voice had now returned to his firm tone.

"No!" I protested. After all this he couldn't just tell me to wait until morning. Not after telling me that my parents died! We arrived in a large room and he pointed at the bed.

"Go to sleep."

"No, answer my questions!" I demanded. I was not going to wait until the morning.

"In the morning," He repeated. When I crossed my arms he unexpectedly hugged me. I surprised myself with how familiar and comfortable the embrace was and I returned the hug. I finally trusted him and the dam holding back the tears from seeing the memory of my parents' deaths broke and I sobbed into his arms for the rest of the night.

There's chapter 1! I have no clue how long I will take to update because I want to update some other stories first but I have a fever right now so I should have plenty of time due to the fact I can't really go anywhere. I'm not sure how much longer I'll be sick though. Even though the team was not in this chapter they should come in soon. I have some ideas for them but the next chapter will probably be a lot of Bruce explaining things to Robin.