I groaned as I woke up, staring with bleary eyes at the figure standing at the end of my bed. A pillow flew towards Dick's face, and I laid back down. He didn't leave.

"Why are you in here?" I asked, looking at him from the corner of my eye.

He shrugged and hopped onto the bed beside me. "The door was locked, I got curious, one thing led to another and here I am."

I lifted my arm; he stared at me. Rolling my eyes, I mumbled that he could move closer. His eyes went wide, but he quickly moved so I could drape my arm over him. Soft black hair tickled my face, smelling faintly of ash and smoke. "Rough night?"

He nodded. I stifled a yawn. I couldn't blame him for breaking into my room, not really. Who knows what he's seen? Who knows what his nightmares are like? As much as Bruce probably tries to be a good parent, there's only so much you can do.

"You were screaming last night," Dick mumbled.

A sigh escaped my lips. "Just a nightmare. I get them alot, so it's nothing to worry about. Nothing I haven't dealt with before."

"You know, we're here, right? If you need to talk or crawl into someone's bed. I'm pretty sure Bruce has curled up on the floor beside Alfred's bed at least twice."

"Pretty sure?"

"I may or may not have pictures." Dick smiled, slid out from under my arm, and got up.

"Okay, out. I need to get ready."

With a simple nod, Dick left. On his way out, he paused and looked back. "I think we're taking a trip."

"Does it have anything to do with songbirds and nocturnal mammals?"

"Probably. Bruce will probably fill you in or not, you never really know with him." He closed the door behind him. I sat on the edge of my mattress for a couple minutes, or ten. After that, my body decided to cooperate and let me leave the sweet, soft, warm sanctuary of my bed.

I moved to the pile of clothes, grabbing sweats and a long sleeved shirt from the top. Underwear and a bra took a bit of searching, but soon I found myself looking on every surface in the room, mumbling, "Hairbrush, hairbrush, hairbrush. There you are. Thought you could hide, didn't you?" I picked up the, unfortunately, not blue hairbrush. How would I defend myself from a murderous grandfather? I snorted and ran the brush through my hair. Oh no, I just used it for a purpose it wasn't meant for. The government will be coming for me.

The moment I finished getting ready, I was out the door and in the kitchen. A plate with waffles, bacon, and eggs sat before an empty seat.

"Good morning, Percy." Bruce sipped his coffee, bags under his eyes. He switched to a different section of the newspaper.

"Late night?"

"You could say that, but then again a lot of my nights are long."

"Why?"

"Last night a new vigilante showed up in Gotham. Her name's Bluejay and she stole one of Dick's uniforms. Normally, I wouldn't be so worried, but she knows where the Bat-Cave is, which means she can access the Manor. If she can bypass the security, she could probably hack into the Zeta Tubes and there's no telling where she'd go from there." The last part seemed to be more to himself, muttering under his breath.

"She?" I raised an eyebrow. "A girl stole one of his uniforms? So she'd need to be younger than him." I pushed some eggs around on my plate.

"Not necessarily," Alfred said. "The suits were crafted using state of the art Wayne Industries and S.T.A.R. Laboratories technology. The material they're crafted from is capable of shrinking and growing to a certain extent. It also helps that it was a female uniform."

The corner of my mouth twitched. "You have costumes for a girl Robin? Why? In case he gets turned into a girl?"

A heavy blush creeped across Dick's face. "Yes."

I fell out of my chair. I couldn't force anything out past the laughing and giggling. Even as it began to calm down, I could only repeat three words. "Oh my gods."

"You okay?" Bruce asked. I nodded and climbed back into my seat. He stared at me for a moment before nodding. "We're going on a 'business' trip for the next week. Alfred is going to stay behind to take care of things here. I already have a suitcase packed for you."

"Okay," I said. "But why can't I stay with Alfred? I could probably find something to do around here to help."

"I appreciate the offer, but this is one of the few chances I get to take a break from this insanity." Alfred chuckled. "If you wish, you can think of this as a vacation for me."

"Alfred's right. He deserves a break, but this also serves as a way to solidify the idea there is no connection between the Dynamic Duo and this family. If we leave here at ten we should be able to make it to the airport with time to spare."

I could feel the blood drain from my face.

"Uh, you okay, Percy?" Dick asked, stabbing me with his fork, unused despite the lecture from Alfred.

"Yeah, never better."

"Good." Beuce stood. "I need to go make final preparations."

Alfred sighed, taking the dirty dishes to the sink. "Master Bruce, she is clearly not enthused at the thought of flying."

"I noticed, but if it's something important she'd know better than to lie about it." With Bruce's words, I forced a laugh back, so I wouldn't end up rolling on the floor again. He looked at me. "Why don't you like flying?"

"Mom's adoptive parents died in a plane crash." I happened to keep the fact my homicidal uncle threatened to down whatever craft I happened to fly in. Not like it added to my fear of flying or anything. Mayne if I had Thalia with me, I'd risk it, but that would come with a risk of her killing me. Either way, flying isn't a good decision for me.

Bruce frowned. "I guess we could drive. It wouldn't be too long."

"Where are we going?"

"Happy Harbor, Rhode Island."

Originally published Jan. 20, 2019

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Edited: June 7 2020

Okay the only reason I got this done is because I was watching My Hero Academia and Eri's smile is the purest and everyone can fight me

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