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Dick Grayson would say he is a family man. As he adores his brothers with all his heart. Even though he has done some not nice things, he’s tried to make up for it.

But after he had to fake his death with Spyral, all thanks to Bruce’s input, his relationship with his siblings has worsened. And now he was estranged with the whole family.

Dick hasn’t spoken to Tim, Jason, or Damien in months. He hasn’t spoken to Bruce or Alfred for even longer. They haven’t even contacted him for help with cases.

Well you did lie to them about your death…

Dick sighs softly as he crouches on the ledge of a warehouse, overlooking another one. He was currently following a tip about a deal going down in the Bludhaven’s warehouses. But he hasn’t seen anyone come in or out.

It was getting late and he wanted to crash at his apartment before he had to go to work in the morning, so he needed to wrap this up.
Nightwing hops down the side of the warehouse he was on, landing on silent feet. His eyes behind his domino flick around as he jogs over to the suspected warehouse.

With the use of his grappling hook, he scales the building. Padding on the top before finding the ceiling access. Once open, he hopped down onto the catwalk. Trying to be as quiet as he could.

He looks around and below into the warehouse, taking out one of his escrima sticks.

It was…surprisingly empty for a Bludhaven warehouse.

Nightwing ran a gloved hand along the catwalk, picking up dust as he looked at it.

Pretty dusty up here, I guess it now would be easier to see if anyone had broken in.

He thought with a slight smile as he dusted his hand off on his thigh.

Since he didn’t see anyone, Nightwing decided to hop down from the catwalk. Tucking into a roll to break the fall. Causing a soft thump.

He moved his head around as he straightened, looking for any movement clocking all possible exits.

Nightwing then starts walking around, looking for anything suspicious. The floor was covered in dust, leaving his boot prints in his wake. The warehouse itself was bare. Maybe one or two pallets and a couple boxes.

I've never seen a warehouse so empty…Even the abandoned ones are at least semi full. It’s unnerving.

A shiver ran down his spine as things about this warehouse just felt wrong.

He then spotted footprints that started from nowhere. Dick stops right in front of them, crouching down observing them. It shouldn't be possible for footprints to start from nowhere. Especially in a warehouse this dusty.

He gives the suspected footprints a wide step, as to not disturb them. He follows them, walking to the side.

They lead to behind one of the pallets, where a dust free duffel bag is laid. Dick stops right beside the duffel bag, crouching beside it. He holsters his escrima stick as he moves the bag around, looking for any logo or name.

Dick sighs. This better not be full of Fear Toxin or Joker Venom. I don’t need that in my city while dealing with the mess called Bludhaven.

He rubbed the lense of his domino as he sighs again. He knows he’s overworking himself and draining himself. Between patrolling alone every night and working at the police station to help rid it from corruption. But he has nothing else.

He knows he’s not welcomed back at the manor after what he’s done. But that’s ok. He’s ok. He’s willing to be alone if it means his family is happy.

Nightwing takes a deep breath as he unzips to duffel, shifting his feet and preparing to run if any gas escapes

But nothing comes out. He looks inside as he releases the breath.

It seemed like a normal homeless person duffel, clothes (seems like it would fit at least a small teen,), non perishable food, water bottles, small amount of cash, what looked like a bo staff?

Ok, that item was a bit odd.

A burner phone was next. He looked it over but didn't turn it on. Not wanting to invade what looks like a homeless teen’s privacy. It was an older model, something cheap and easy to get.

Nightwing puts everything neatly back into the bag as he takes out the next and last item.

He felt himself tense and freeze as he pulled it out, the white lenses of his domino blowing wide.

It was a replica, a very good replica, of his Robin suit. But there were some changes. The three colors, red, green, yellow, were more muted. And there was more black on it. Most importantly, there were pants.

Dick snorted to himself softly as he remembers the arguments of little nine year old Dick Grayson arguing with Bruce about his costume not having pants at the time. He shakes his head softly. Both Bruce and Alfred tried tirelessly to convince him to add pants to it.

He shakes his head again, pushing the thought to the side.

Not the time to get distracted. Nightwing sighs as he feels the costume’s material, surprised. Whoever made this didn’t cheap out. This is the material that my Nightwing suit is made out of, plus extra Kevlar and armor.

He sighs again, tired and rubs his face softly. He folds the suit back up, putting it back in the duffel. Zipping it up, throwing it over his shoulder. He’ll give everything back to the teen once he finds out where that suit came from. No one should have the blueprints for the material the Bats use.

Before Dick could react, there was a whirring noise coming from behind him. He tenses back up and he tries to jump out of the way but the blast hits him dead center of his back. He could have dodged it if he wasn’t so tired.

The last thing he heard before his world went black was a wishful voice,

“Fly high, my little Robin..”

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Everything felt wrong.

Nothing hurt, just felt wrong.

Dick groans as he shifts on the ground. He cracks open his eyes, shaky arms start lifting him up.

He blinks a couple times to get the sleep out of his eyes. They widened as he took in his surroundings.

Cold, wet concrete under him, a dumpster to his left and a rusty fire escape to his right. He knows this alley. It was his favorite to duck into when he was Robin. He sat up fully, blinking as memories flooded back.

Ok so. I was investigating a warehouse for a possible weapons or drug deal. Found nothing but dust and odd foot prints. Found a duffel bag that probably belonged to a homeless teen. But with further digging I found a replica of my Robin costume but some details changed. Then…I was shot in the back with a sort of plasma weapon. Was knocked out and now I'm back in Gotham, in an alleyway only I know about.

Dick sighs as he rubs the bridge of his nose as he goes over previous events in his head. He doesn’t want to be back in Gotham, seeing his family is still too painful.

He suddenly stops as he doesn’t feel the domino he was wearing when he was shot. He looks down at himself.

He wasn’t wearing his suit. Just the boxers he always wore underneath. Even then, they were a lot baggier than they are supposed to be.

Dick’s eyes roamed over his body, things were different. He was leaner, smaller. His shoulders weren’t as broad. He stands up but stumbles a little, as he wasn’t used to the smaller limbs.

“What..?” He mumbles as he looks around the alley, spotting the duffel bag. He walks over to it, quickly adjusting to the new body.

He quickly opens the duffel, fishing out the phone. He turns it on, keeping an eye around the alley as he waits for it to boot up. It was Gotham after all.

Once the phone is booted up, he goes to the camera app, opening it and flicking it to front facing. His eyes widened.

He sees his face but from when he was 15 and still going out as Robin. Just two years prior to him fighting with Bruce for independence and going off to be Nightwing. He still loved being Robin when he was 15, he was happy then.

Dick lets his hand roam over his face and slimmer chest, pinching here and there to make sure it was real. He also noticed that he had fewer scars on his younger body. Probably because he hasn’t gone out on his own yet.

He stills as he remembers something. He was in Gotham, almost naked with an open duffel with money on the inside. He had to move quickly or he’ll get mugged.

He quickly goes into the duffel, pulling out a hoodie and some shorts putting them on. Why did they fit perfectly???

He sticks the phone in the hoodie pocket as he zips the duffel back up as he pauses to think.

Why hasn’t he been mugged yet? Muggers have a keen ability to sniff out weak prey. He looked weak when he first woke up, being groggy and disoriented. But the money and even the phone were still in the duffel.

It doesn’t make sense. I need to find a library to use their computers. It would be easier to research there. Then I can figure out how to get home.

Dick sighs again, he’s been sighing a lot recently maybe from being tired?

He shifts the duffel onto his shoulder as he starts to walk out of the alley with his head down to blend into the crowd that is out during the day. But he stops at the mouth of the alley as he looks out, surprise etched onto his face.

The streets were empty! Well except for a handful of people here and there.

What is going on? This is not like the Gotham he knows. He whips his head side to side as he takes in the empty streets.

He takes tentative steps out onto the sidewalk, starting to walk south. If Dick’s memory serves him correctly the library should be this way.

As he walks he spots a billboard. Normally it wouldn’t be something out of the ordinary but something on it struck him as odd and not normal.

Dick stops walking and looks up at the billboard. It was an advertisement for… Blood Substitute? With a photo of a model with deep red eyes, smiling with fangs in clear view.

He takes out his phone to check the date. Not October, so this isn’t an advert to celebrate Halloween. Even then, in Gotham nothing good happens on Halloween.

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It takes Dick a bit to walk to the library, having finally found some shoes by a dumpster a bit back.

He walks into the library. His eyes filtering to all possible exits first then landed on a computer in the far corner. A perfect spot to research while keeping an eye on the door. Thank you Bat Paranoia.

He slides into the seat of the computer, turning it on as he sets his bag between his legs. First, research. Those billboards are too common and from different companies to just be a certain advertisement. Then, build a life here for now. I’m not as good as Tim or Babs but I'm decent enough to make myself some documents. He smirks softly as he reaches into the bag, rummaging around. Finding a flash drive. Finally, finding a way home. God, I miss my family…even though I haven't spoken to them in a while…

Dick shakes his head to push those thoughts away. Not now, focus.  

He plugs the flash drive in. It’s filled with a bat-programed search engine that will wipe everything he searches after he unplugs it.

All right. Let’s see what this world has in store!

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He doesn’t exist here… Richard ‘Dick’ Grayson doesn't exist here.

Neither does his parents ! Haly’s circus exists, but there’s no records of the Flying Graysons.

Dick sighs and rests his head in his hands, rubbing the bridge of his nose. Besides that, he also found that 95-98% of Gotham are vampires. Only a small number of Gothmites are human.

That explains the lack of people on the streets in the day and the blood billboards.

He had then searched up his family. From what he found the Waynes were an old coven of vampires. Like in any other universe Bruce’s parents are dead with Bruce being the sole heir.

And wherever there was a traumatized Bruce, there is a Batman.

Batman is more like a cryptid here then back in his home dimension. 

He then looked into the Wayne children, who were all in the vampire socialite circle.

Instead of Dick being the first adopted, it was Jason. 

Like clockwork, a couple months after Jason was adopted Batman showed up with a new sidekick. Called Shadow.

After a couple of years, Jason was nearing 20. He split off, leaving Shadow behind and taking up the mantle of Eclipse. Taking the territory of Crime Alley.

When Dick found out Jason didn’t die in this dimension he almost cried. His baby brother didn’t have to die by the hands of the Joker here. It couldn’t have made him more happy.

The next adoptee and subsequent Shadow, was Tim. Being adopted by Bruce after the Drake’s passed.

Then when he reached 20, he left Shadow and became MoonLight. 

The final Wayne child is Damian, Bruce’s biological son. He’s the current Shadow.

Dick printed out information on these alternate Waynes and the Bats. Let’s try to avoid them. No need to get close and attached if I’m going to leave soon.

He folded the papers up and stuffed them in the duffle.

From what else he researched, the rogues and the Justice League are all the same. It’s just Gotham that changed.

Dick sighs and stretches, arching his back almost in half to crack it. He blinks in surprise, I forgot just how flexible I was at 15. I mean, at 24 I was very flexible but I gained more muscle. Limiting my movement a bit.

He smiles as he stretches his arms. Maybe I could go out as Robin? ….No, can’t do that. It’ll bring attention from the Bats here. He frowns as he shakes his head. Plus, I’m not going to be here long…hopefully.

Dick then gets back to work. Since his research was done, he then started working on getting his papers in order. Using his real name, since he doesn’t exist here in the first place, he makes a paper trail that says he exists at least. They probably won’t get past the Oracle or even Tim, but it’s a good start.

He shakes his head softly as everything is in place, he unplugs  the thumb drive. The computer screen goes black as the loading bar loads up quickly, deleting any trace that he searched anything.

He stuffs the drive back into the duffle as he stands up, slinging the bag over his shoulder. Dick probably should find a place to crash for the night....possibly a job too. Knowing what little cash he has won’t last long.

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It’s been about a week since Dick has been dropped into this alternate Gotham.

He would say he’s done good for himself. He has a stable place to stay, although it’s on the edge of Crime Alley aka Eclipse’s territory. It was the only place that would accept a 15 year old as a tenant without questions. He also has a job! Working under the table at a pizza place that is most likely a front for the mob.

But, things are working out just fine. He has money for food and rent. He’s even gotten himself an old laptop that he’s been using recently to research the multiverse, trying to find a way back home.

Dick considers himself smart, he’s good at reading a room at times and good at detective work. But this stuff is getting out of his league.

He softly shuts his laptop and leans back on his worn couch. It was a good find he found at the local dump. It was cleanish, no weird stains and no broken parts. That was a good day.

Dick looks over to his window. His ratty apartment was on the 3 story and had a decent view of Gotham. He could see the tall buildings, the buildings he used to fly off of, doing tricks and taking down criminals.

His skin itched to be able to do that now. To see what his younger body can do, to see if he could still do old tricks.

He peels his eyes away from the Gotham skyline, it was getting to be dusk meaning the majority of Gotham was waking up now.

He looked at his Robin uniform that he had hung on his wall for now (It gets moved whenever he hears someone coming even close to his apartment, vigilante instincts have never faded.) and felt a pang in his chest. He missed being one of the bats already, he missed being a hero.

He sighs and stuffs his laptop into the couch cushions. He stands up walking over to the uniform on the wall.

Dick takes the sleeves into his hands as he feels it. It feels just like his Nightwing costume, lightweight and flexible with enough protection. Though this has a bit more armor on it like any other Robin. It wouldn’t be a big adjustment.

He goes through the utility belt, seeing multiple smoke bombs, a couple flash bombs, two extra grapples, extra masks, some protein bars, and even a bit of candy.

He puts everything back as he looks at his bo staff, extending it as twirling it around. 

It’s been years since he’s trained with one, since his fighting style leaned more into escrima sticks. He held it with both hands in front of him as he heard a soft click from the middle. Once he pulled the two sides apart he saw that the staff became escrima sticks.

“That’s so cool!” he said softly to himself, looking at the two sticks with shining eyes. Dick still had a bit of a Romani accent when he spoke but he normally conceals it whenever he’s at work.

He works through a couple training exercises with the staff, both with the sides together then apart to get a feel for the weapon.

Dick gives a small pant as he finishes, being a bit out of shape as he hasn’t trained in a week. He looked back over at the Robin uniform. Maybe I can go out to annoy the bats here? Confuse them. Yes, I’ll do that! A mischievous grin splits across his face. This was going to be fun.

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It took Dick about another hour to hype himself up to go out. But when he did…

It felt amazing.

Swinging and flipping rooftop to rooftop. Doing tricks he thought he would never think he would be able to since becoming an adult.

He stopped a couple muggings and helped some children while at it, it was Robin’s duty.

Dick climbed higher, and higher. Right to the top of the tallest building in Gotham, a bright smile breaks across his face. He would never get enough of flying across rooftops.

Around midnight, he rests on the roof of a building near where he lived. But not close enough for it to be connected. He sits on the edge of the roof, swinging his legs as he eats a protein bar. He had just gotten done with entertaining some vampire children since they’ve seen him doing tricks on the roof, the performer in him couldn’t say no.

After a little Dick hears soft thumps of boots behind him, he knew that whoever this was purposely did that so as to not scare him. Dick gave an amused huff to himself as he has done the same thing to others before.

“Hey.” A scruffy modulated voice calls out as the person slowly walks closer. “What are you doing by the edge little fledgling(*1)?” 

Dick tilts his head as he turns around to face the newcomer. His body both relaxed and tense, relaxed enough to look like it visibly but tense enough that he could fight if attacked. Something he mastered as the protector of Bludhaven.

Who he sees surprises him, taking him back.

It was Jason. Or Eclipse in this universe. His old little brother.

It makes sense, he’s close enough to Crime Alley.

Jason was older, looking in his late 20s by what he can see from behind the other’s domino and mask. There’s also no white streak , proving that he hasn’t died.

Dick shakes his head softly, quickly composing him. Think about it later. It’s showtime.

Dick easily stands up on the edge of the building, shoving his protein bar trash in his belt.

“Hello to you too Eclipse! I was just taking a break and having a snack.” He spoke, shifting easily into his Robin voice. His cape swishes softly in the breeze.

“Well kid, can you come away from the edge? You're too young to have developed your powers just yet.” Eclipse said calmly, like he was talking to a child.

Dick’s eyebrows scrunch as he frowns. He wasn’t that small, he knew he didn’t get his growth spurt until he was 17.

“I’m 15. Plus, I’m not a vampire.” He replied with the annoyance of any other 15 year old.

Eclipse was visibly taken aback. “You're not a vampire kid? Then what are you doing out this late?” He asked, worry lacing his voice.

Dick smirks as he edged closer to the edge of the roof, Eclipse walking closer. “Oh, you know…” a sharp smile spread across his face, “ To annoy some bats~”

Eclipse’s gaze hardens slightly. “You sure you want to do this kid?” His modulated voice showed some grit.

The smiles never left Dick’s face, a smile that civilians look up to and that rouges hate.

“Yup! And Call me Robin, not kid.” Dick said finally as he pushed off the edge of the roof, just out of reach of Eclipse who sped up to try and catch him.

He cackles as he shoots out his grappling hook, swinging and flipping away.

Robin was so back.

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Robin made a couple laps around the area before sliding back into his apartment through the window, just to make sure there were no tails on him.

He shuts and locks the window, closing the curtain before peeling off his domino running his gloved hand through his windswept hair.

Dick lets out a breath as he walks over to his couch, sitting down and flopping back. All the emotions he had put aside when meeting this Jason came crashing back.

He could feel tears starting to gather in his eyes. Jason just looked so different, so not angry. So in control of himself. He looked fairly different as well, Jason isn't as buff or tall this time as he hadn’t been in contact with the Lazarus pits.

It was a jolt to see that 15 year old kid as an adult for Dick. he hasn’t had much of a good relationship with Jason in his own universe but they were getting better before…

No. Don’t spiral.

He lets out a shaky breath as he wipes his face as a couple tears fall. He looks down at himself, he needs to get out of costume and get ready for bed. He still had work tomorrow.

Dick pulls himself up from the couch, walking over to the bedroom. Going inside, peeling off the layers of his costume. He throws the clothing pieces into a pile as he walks off to the shower to clean himself up.

Once done with the shower and dressed in some pjs, Dick lays on his bed with a blanket on him staring up at the ceiling. His mind whirring around, thinking all about the things leading up to him being in this universe.

The harsh words from his brothers, the sad gaze from Alfred, and the silence from Bruce. All of it sits heavy in his heart.

Did…Did he even want to go back..?

He hasn’t spoken or seen his brothers in about a year, hasn’t spoken or seen Bruce and Alfred in a little over a year.

None of them initiate contact anymore. The last contact he had with his family for about 4 months before his transportation. It was a short and curt phone call from Tim about a case that had some leads into Bludhaven. But once it was found those leads were false, contact ceases.

Dick puts his hands over his eyes as his lip trembles. God. He was so lonely.. Tears start streaming down his face. He falls asleep crying.

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 The next day was an ordinary day at work for Dick. Working the counter, helping with some pizzas, tending to the limited customers in the dining area. Also pretending to not hear his boss talk to the other workers about more..illicit affairs.

It’s not like he wants anything illicit to continue but he wants to keep his job. It’s surprisingly hard for a 15 year old to get a job. It really made his sense for justice itch in a bad way.

So that night to make the itch go away he went out as Robin. Flying around, doing tricks, stopping muggings and taking down guys that are being too rough with the working girls.

Robin also helped the street children from time to time.

He was currently entertaining a group of children, by doing flips and tricks he learned at the circus. He also let one of the children wear his cape.

Out of the corner of Robin’s eye he spots another one of the bats, shorter in stature and a more lean build but pale skin. It was this world’s Tim, or MoonLight.

He draws his attention back to the group of street kids that gathered around him. He smiles at them as he finishes his juggling, catching them all.

“Alright! How was that?” Robin spoke, his voice light and whimsical. It was the voice he used when talking to children as Robin. His smile is happy yet mischievous.

The group of children cheered happily and clapped. They started to leave as the kid with the cape came back over to give the cape back.

“Thank you for the show Robin! It was very entertaining!” The child smiles, showing small baby fangs as Robin clipped the cape back on.

Robin smiled softly and ruffled the child’s hair softly. “I’m happy you all like it.” he said, watching the last of the children left. Watching them a bit longer to make sure they made the way safely.

Robin then went over to a picnic table leaning against it. He crosses his arms. “I know you're there MoonLight. Now stop being a creeper and come talk to me, I know you want to.’ He said, his voice still light but with more of an edge he adds whenever he talks to an unknown.

There was the rustling of bushes, soft footsteps before stopping beside Robin. “You gave Eclipse quite the scare yesterday, human.” MoonLight spoke, crossing his own arms.

Robin tenses quickly but then relaxes. Tim’s voice shocked him, it was so similar. But it was lighter. He turned his head to look at Tim. He looked more healthy , he has more muscle albeit lean muscle. From what Robin can see he even has less eye bags. Can vampires even get eye bags?

“Well, I’m alright! All in one piece. I know what I’m doing, no need to worry about me.” He faced Tim, waving a hand around as he talked. Feigning nonchalance.

MoonLight sighs and shakes his head, looking at Robin. “You're a young human jumping across rooftops with no powers and just a grappling hook. Of course we’re worried, It’s our job to worry about the residents of Gotham.”

Robin just nodded, not really taking it seriously as Dick is trained. He’s not just some random child running around in a costume.

“Yeah, Yeah. I get it.” Robin waves at Tim, a small smile on his lips. “But I’m trained, I know how to handle myself against superpowered people.” He said as he hops onto the table, sitting there kicking his feet a little.

Tim stood a little closer to Robin, almost shielding him. Which was unnecessary.

Dick looks up to the sky. “Looks like I should head back now.” He hops down and walks over to a tree, scaling it with ease. “Oh, and my name is Robin. Not a kid.” 

He heard a shocked mutter from Tim as he grappled to the nearest building, doing some showy flips.

Dick did the same routine as he did with Jason, doing a couple laps around before going into his apartment.

He sighs as he lets his shoulders drop, flopping onto his couch peeling off his domino. He rubbed his eyes as tears start to form.

His brothers were doing so great without him in this universe…Was the problem him?

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A month has passed since he met this universe’s Tim and Jason. Dick has been meeting up with them on and off when patrolling.

They were just so fun to tease. He even played rooftop tag with Jason! ( Jason would say it was the scariest game to play with Robin as just one slip could hurt the human)

Dick had given up on researching how to get back to his home dimension. Since he didn’t have the skill to make or even understand multiverse portals. He did try, but he isn’t Tim.

He also got his hand on a police radio. Thank you for those skills he learned in his time in juvie. So he now had a way to know when bigger things go down.

And that’s where Dick, Robin, was heading now. He got a tip that there was a big drug deal going on in the warehouses, he knew one of the bats were going to be there as there was no way they wouldn't know.

So Robin drops down onto the roof of the warehouse with nearly silent boot thumps. He keeps low and stalks over to the skylight. He peeks over the ledge of the window, spotting more than twenty goons and two main stake drug dealers.

“Wow..Such a big deal..” Robin whispered to himself as he looked in.

“Yes it is. Which is why you should not be here, human.” A young older voice whispered next to him.

If Robin jumped, that was for him to know and no one else.

“Shadow?” He asked, looking over.

He sees Damian, but older. He was at least 18. Damian was tall and well built, it was such whiplash from the child Dick knew.

“Tt’ Yes. Now will you leave? This isn’t the place for a human.” Damian spoke with a little tightness in his voice.

Robin smirks after he shook himself out of his daze. “Nope. I’m perfectly capable of helping. Whether you agree or not.”

He stalks closer to the window, Robin finds a latch. He lifts it and slowly pushes it open.

“Robin!” Damian hissed softly, trying to be quiet.

Robin looks over, playfully sticking his tongue out before dropping down onto the catwalk silently. 

He walks across it, keeping in a crouch as he watches the dealers and goons talk. Talk about different drugs they were going to sell and distribute.

Damian quickly followed beside him, flicking his head around. “I told you, I'm not leaving, I'm helping. So what’s the plan?” Robin whispered, keeping his eyes trained on the dealers.

Robin heard Damian sigh. “Fine, just stay close. I don’t want to clean up if you die.”

He nods, already planning on staying close but doing his own thing.

Robin walks along the catwalk, keeping close to the ground and keeping his footsteps light. He then spots an opening behind some crates. He hops up onto the edge of the catwalk when he feels a hand grab his cape quickly.

“What are you doing ??? You’ll get hurt!” Damian whisper yells at Robin.

“Going down.” He gives a cheeky smile as he releases Damian’s grip on his cape as he hops off. He flips and rolls on the ground with a soft thud. He quickly scurries behind some crates.

Robin takes out his bo staff, extending it then separating it into the two halves since he works better with escrima sticks. Damian seemed to have followed behind him.

“You’re insane! Humans are too fragile to fight vampires!” Damian whisper yells again at Robin as he unsheathed his katana.

Robin just rolled his eyes, though it couldn’t be seen behind his domino. “You take half while I take the other half?” he asked with a bit of amusement in his voice.

“No!” Damian tried to say but Robin had already bolted off.

Robin could feel his adrenaline pumping as he attacked the first guy. God he missed busting drug and weapon rings. For some reason, busting these in particular always gets that sweet adrenaline rushing.

He flips, jumps, and slides as he attacks guy after guy. Using his electric escrima stick and his acrobatic abilities to take the guys down. Letting out his signature Robin cackle, taking most of the goons off guard. Using reinforced zip ties to bind the goons.

Robin spots Damian taking down his own fair share of goons.

He then faces one of the drug dealers who had a gun trained on him. Robin tenses, He’s had guns in his face before but it doesn’t feel nice.

His eyes flicker all over the dealer, toning out the monologue. He spotted an opening and went for it. He ran at the dealer, ignoring that a bullet grazed his shoulder. He knocked the dealer to the ground, kicking the gun away zip tying the guy’s hand.

Robin huffs and stands up, turning to see Damian finishing up with the other half. He knows he’s going to have bruises tomorrow and it’s going to suck.

He reconnects his staff and puts it away. Robin didn’t realize Damian had gotten close until the older, Damn it, Damian was older than him now, grabbed his arm.

“Robin, you’ve been shot.” Damian said with a growl, a literal growl. Huh, vampires growl, good thing to know.

Robin looks at his arm seeing a pretty deep graze that was steadily bleeding. A drop falls onto the ground. “I’ll be fine. I’ll get patched up when I get home.” He said as he tried to get out of Damian’s grip.

He will not ruin another family. He already destroyed his own…

“No, Eclipse and MoonLight have been very worried about you. I think they’ll be..upset if they find out you have been shot.” Damian said, his grip only tightening a bit.

Robin stiffens a bit. He was not going back to the Batcave just yet. He wasn’t ready. So he twists out of Damian’s grip and throws down a smoke bomb, then grappling out of the warehouse.

He hastily swings back to his apartment, making sure to do an extra rounds to make sure no one follows him.

Dick slid back into his apartment, locking his window. He peels off his domino and groans, now starting to feel the graze.

He sighs and makes his way to his bathroom, peeling off the top of his uniform and pulling out his medical supplies.

Dick sits on the tub as he cleans and stitches up the wound, whimpering as he feels the antiseptic solution wash his wound. He wraps it up tightly with clean gauze.

He cleans himself up and changes into his pjs, wincing as he pulls his shirt over his forming bruises and injured arm.

Dick walks out of the bathroom and over to his bed, flopping on it groaning. He wiggles under the blankets as he looks at his phone.

Something then hit him. His blood dropped on the warehouse floor in front of Damian. The bats now have his DNA.

Dick was so dumb.

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Hello dear readers! I'm sorry that this isn't a chapter you all have been wanting but I thought I would tell you what the future of this fic will be.

And No! This fic will NOT be discontinuing, I like it too much to do that.

This fic will be put on the backburner. I will be focusing on my other fics in the mean time. Ex: Redhead of the BatFam (TOTCF x Batfam) and Bluejay and the Bats (WTDSIK x BatFam)

This fic will update very slowly and only when I remember it tbh-

Thank you for the support so far, I hope you dear readers will be in this for the long run.

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I've been thinking on this fic alot recently. Whether or not to continue. On one hand I do want to continue since you dear readers seem to love this fic but on the other hand....I'm not loving it. I do have a chapter about halfway written but I just can't figure out how to do this-

I do still really like this idea! I may continue with this idea but with a different setting, maybe a different character focus.

From what I'm think is the reason why I'm not liking it is that, Dick Grayson is not high on my favorite characters list...kinda. Dick is my second favorite, my favorite being Tim honestly.

So yeah, I am super sorry dear readers! This will be Discontinuing. I am open to people using this set up or idea, just make sure to credit me!