Chapter 1: Secret Identity Part I

Coraline's P.O.V (Age 10)

"Dad, why do I have to go to Gotham City?" I asked. Dad. I only call him that when I really want something. And right now, I really don't want to go to Gotham.

"Because Cora, me and your mom got some business to take care of," he replied putting on his jacket.

"Why can't I go with you to the Grid?" I asked. Yes, the Grid as in the one created by Kevin Flynn (if you watched Tron: Legacy, you know what I mean). My dad is the one and only Sam Flynn and his wife is Quorra. Well, they aren't my biological parents but they were nice enough to adopt me. Quorra couldn't have children, so it all works out, I guess. Anyways, back to the story.

"It's too dangerous for 10 year old little girls," he said. Ouch.

"Oh, yes. That's why you gave me that watch that lets me activate my Grid suit and stuff in our world," I replied. If Clu could get his hands on this, he'd probably rule the world.

"That is only for emergencies. Besides the activities in the Games has nothing to do with what we're doing. We're not playing, Cora," he said.

"Then what are you doing, Sam?" I asked with a smirk. Ha, I got him now.

"Creating a new security system," he replied. BORING! He's right, now I want to go stay with whomever it is I'm staying with.

"Hey, Sam, who am I staying in Gotham with?" I asked. Probably one of his supper buddies. After he took in the company, he used the system in the real world to activate our powers and he became the Black User.

"A close friend of mine. Bruce Wayne. You know him?" he replied.

"Yeah. He's the richest man in Gotham along with his adopted son Dick Grayson," I said, "I guess staying with them won't be so bad." Wow, I guess Sam's trusting me with some rich guy I've never met in person instead of somebody like Superman or Batman.

I put my coat on and grabbed my suitcase. "So, how old is Dick Grayson again?" I asked as I walked out the door.

"Don't start," Sam warned with a chuckle, "He's 10."

"Awesome," I said as the taxicab came. Yes, we took a taxi. It's New York. Besides, it's hard getting a limo to an airport during rush hour and/or traffic. It can get scary.

I was walked into the airport, dropped off my luggage, went through security, waited at the gate, and well, you know how it goes. I got on the plane and went to sleep basically. I thought about how the week would turn out. Would they like me there?

~few hours later~

I got off the plane, picked up my bags (only 2 small ones), and went to wait for Bruce. After a few minutes, a butler-looking kind of guy walked in and held up a sign that said, "Coraline". I walked up to him.

"Are you Ms. Flynn?" he asked.

"Yup, that's me, but please, call me Cora," I said, "And you are…"

"Alfred," he said, "Now come with me Miss Cora. Master Bruce and Master Dick are waiting in the limo." Miss Cora. Not so sure about the Miss part. Alfred took my luggage and led me to the limo. I went to the car door. Before I opened the door, the window rolled down showing a built man with dark hair and eyes with a boy, about my age, with jet-black hair and blue eyes sitting next to him. Bruce and Dick.

"Hi, I'm Bruce Wayne and this is Dick Grayson," he greeted, "Sam has told me much about you. I hope you enjoy yourself for the next 6 days." He seems really nice, and polite. I love it here already. Bruce got out of the back seat and went to the front passenger seat. I took the seat he was sitting in, next to Dick.

The car ride was pretty quiet. The thing is, Dick kept staring at me. At first, I started blushing. Then when I turned to look at him, I catch him staring and he blushes and turns away. I just kept looking out the window until we got to the manor after that.

As soon as we made it, Alfred brought my luggage into the guest room. I started unpacking when I heard a knock on the door. I looked up to find the one and only Dick Grayson.

"Hey, I know I might have made the car ride kind of awkward," he said while rubbing the back of his neck, "So, how about I make it up to you? Start over. I could help you unpack."

"Sure," I said with a warm smile, "And yeah, I'd like to start over, too." We unpacked all my things in a matter of minutes, but I couldn't let him off the hook that easy. The end of my unpacking was the beginning of pillow fight. If that even makes sense. We went at it for 45 minutes until Dick managed to take away my pillow and pin me down onto the floor.

"Hey! Get off me, fatty," I screeched while laughing.

"Well, I was going to, but since you called me fat, I guess I won't," he said with a pout.

"Oh come on!" I yelled, "Get off!"

"Not after you say that I'm the best," he replied with a smirk on his face.

"No," I said. That response only made him smirk even more. Dick wrapped his arms around me and started tickling my sides. I started laughing like crazy.

"Nn-oo, Dick, stt-opp. I'm really… TICKLISH!" I yelled. I couldn't take it anymore.

"Admit it," he said.

"Oo-kk-aay, you're … the … best," I barely said as his tickling continued. After I finished my sentence, Dick slowly stopped tickling me.

"Yeah, I knew that," he said smirking. Grr. No fair!

"Yeah, well, if you're the best, let's see you beat me at video games," I said walking out of my room.

"Your on," he said. I'm so not going easy on him. This was going to be a great week.

~3 days later~

It's been fun hanging with Dick and everything. But I feel like he's hiding something from me. Same thing with Bruce. Dick and I would be in the middle of a game or something and then out of the blue he has to go. Bruce and Dick just disappear for the rest of the day.

It was 6:00 in the morning so I guess I could explore the manor a bit. Maybe I could get some clues about they're hiding from me. I changed into a band t-shirt, skinny jeans, flats, and my father's goggles. They were pretty cool and they're programed for different things. Yeah, my real dad was an inventor, but never mind that.

I ran downstairs to the dinning room. I saw Alfred setting the table.

"Good morning, Alfred. Is breakfast ready?" I asked. He gave me a strange look.

"No. Master Bruce and Master Dick won't wake up for another 2 hours so I won't start making breakfast until later," he said.

"Oh yeah, right, I forgot," I said, "You don't mind if I look through the library room, right?"

"Of course not," he said as he went back to work. I took that as my cue to go.

I walked around the library for a few minutes. What could help me find out more about Bruce or Dick? Photo albums, any kinds of journals, at least some sort of biography, autobiography, or newspaper clipping.

I started looking along the bookcase on the back wall. I was about to give up when I saw a black book with blue writing going down the spin saying, Wayne Family History. Jackpot! I grabbed the book, but instead of it coming out, it made the bookcase move like a door opening. I guess all manors have these. Should have seen it coming. I pulled out my iPod for light and went into the dark tunnel. I kept walking and soon made it to the end, where I saw… the Batcave?

Bruce is Batman, and Dick is Robin? This is so cool! But they lied to me. I guess Sam did send me to live with one of his super-powered friends. I was brought back into reality when I heard the bookcase door opening. Oh no. I ran and hid in a small hole in the cave's walls.

"Bruce, couldn't we eat breakfast before checking the criminal status?" Dick/Robin asked while rubbing his eyes. They were both in costume, but they just weren't wearing their masks.

"No, Dick, it wouldn't be fair to Cora," Bruce replied. He is so right about that. They've missed a lot of meals with me. Right now, they probably think I'm still sleeping.

I saw them checking criminal status when a bat landed right in front of me. He hissed, which scared me. I gasped, which made Dick/Robin turn to look at where I was. Why did the Batcave just have to have bats? Was the realistic cave decor not enough? Dick walked up to where I was. I'm screwed.

"Cora? What're you doing here?" Dick asked.

"Well, Robin, I'd like to know why you never told me about this?" I asked.

"I couldn't. It's called a secret identity!" he yelled. Then Batman walked behind him. Oh great.

"Yeah, well, what did you expect? The loneliness was killing me!" I retorted.

"Both of you stop. Cora you shouldn't have tried to invade our privacy," Batman or Bruce or whoever he is said calmly.

"What? I'm expected to stay hear for a week to do what? Nothing, apparently. I'm probably better off home. Sam won't tell me what to do and I'd have my friends to be with," I said.

"Don't say that! How could you be better off at home?" Dick asked.

"Oh come on! You don't get it? Sam Flynn is the Black User. I'm his daughter. What does that make me?" I asked.

"Oh," Dick replied.

"But I can't use my powers! I'm not allowed! That's why I never bothered to tell you. I don't even think Sam bothered to tell you! Call him, why don't you. I'm going home," I said as I ran out of the Batcave, up to my room. I slammed the door shut and jumped on my bed. I covered my face with the pillow and started sobbing. They didn't trust me. And I told them right there. It's not like I didn't trust them. It's just that there is no point. If they allowed me to use my powers, Sam would find out and ground me for "until death".

I heard a light know on the door. I threw one of my pillows at the door and yelled, "Leave me alone!"

"Cora, please, let me explain. I overreacted," the voice said. It was Dick. NO! He was the last person I wanted to talk to.

"Please Cora, I'm sorry!" he yelled. He sounded sympathetic. His words melted me. I sighed and went to open the door. As soon as I did, Dick immediately wrapped his arms around me and hugged me. I started to cry into his shoulder.

"I'm sorry, I just overreacted. I didn't want you to find out, because I didn't want you to be put in danger," Dick blurted out. I blushed, and so did he, after he realized what he said.

I stopped crying long enough to say, "It's okay. And I'm sorry, too. We both overreacted. I shouldn't have said the things I said." We hugged one last time and let go. I soon calmed down completely and then I realized, Dick was still in his Robin costume. I giggled a little bit. Dick just gave me a weird look.

"Dick, why don't you get changed and we could eat breakfast," I said. He nodded and walked out of my room. I went downstairs to find Bruce already dressed and sitting on a chair in the living room.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine now. And don't worry, I won't tell anybody, not even Sam." I said, "Well, at least I'm not going to tell him I know if he does."

"Good," he said with a chuckle. When Dick came down, we went to eat breakfast. This week just got 10 times better. Let's see how long that'll last.

Author's note: This chapter and the next is going to be based off the television series The Batman because Robin looks younger there than he does in Young Justice. By chapter 3, they'll be older and with the timeline of Young Justice.

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