---Dick's P.O.V---

I stepped through the zeta tube, and into the cave to come to face with a mad Tim and Damian.

"So not asterous." I muttered. I am in so much trouble. I reluctantly stepped forward, and smiled awkwardly at them. They glared at me.

"Why did you leave the house?" Damian asks. I smile sheepishly. 

"Well... Its because.... I uh... Wanted to see my friends, since they must have been worried." I said. Even deadlier glares. Oh boy.

"Without telling anyone where you were going?" Tim asks, his eyes piercing my soul.

"Well... I mean, its just the mountain, so I thought I'd be alright." 

The zeta beam behind me announces Hood's arrival, then Batman's. I freeze, not wanting to turn around to look at them. I stand there stiffly, and eye the door, ready to make a run for it. Tim notices this, and blocks my exit, as does Damian. There goes that plan.

"Dick." Batman states. I freeze even more, my muscles burning painfully at the action, but I ignore it. Batman's gonna hang me off a bridge, I just know it.

"Your gonna hang me off a bridge, aren't you?" I ask.

"What?" I can hear the surprise in his voice.

"I will gladly do that." Hood adds. I can feel the glares directed at him.
"What?" He asks, feigning innocence.
"I'm just gonna go back to bed...." I trial off. I can hear Batman and Hood walk towards me.
Bridge.
I turn to face them.
Bridge.
Batman takes his cowl off to reveal a mad Bruce.
Longer punishment.
He pulls me into a strong hug, surprising me. I stand there stiffly as he hugs me close to his chest, but is careful of my back. That's gonna get irritating.
"Br-Bruce?" I stutter.
"Good to have you back chum." He smiled before letting me go. I stumble slightly, but Hood puts his hand on my shoulder, steadying me.
"Cant believe I'm actually saying this." He mutters to himself.
"Good to see your doing well Baby Bird." He smirks. My eyes widen behind my shades, before he too pulls me into a hug, completely ignoring my back this time, instead crushing it. I choke on air, as he crushes me.

"Cant, breath... Crushing, me..." I wheeze. He reluncantly lets go.

"Right, sorry."
"So your not gonna hang me off a bridge?" I ask nervously.
Bruce just chuckles at me, while Hood takes his helmet off and throws it somewhere giving me an evil grin.
"No Dick, I won't hang you off a bridge." Bruce laughs. I let out the breath I had been holding.
"Not yet anyways Baby Bird." Jason laughs.
Well shit.

-------*Time skip*-------

After that little accident I went back to bed for at least a week.
Luckily by then I could move much easier and my nightmares had died down. I yawned as I pushed myself out of bed, and went to stand up but epicly failed. I fell to the floor with a thud my legs not used to being used properly. As I found out recently there's usually one of my brothers in my room, watching me every now and then.
So in response to my standing fail, Tim woke up with a shock. He looked around until his eyes landed on me. I just gave him a small smile, despite the fact half my body is on the floor and my legs are tangled in my cover in the bed at an awkward position to most people.
"Wha-? Dick? What are you-? Dammit Dick! You need to be more careful!" He scolds. I just laugh as he helps me up.
"Sorry Tim. Legs got tangled up!" I laughed, rubbing the back of my head.
"You really should be more careful. If you keep being clumsy like this you'll end up killing yourself!"
"Said the guy who stops in the middle of a fight to think about their next move." I laugh at his red face.
"See! You can't even deny it!" I laugh.
"Yeah yeah. Whatever." He mutters.
"C'mon let's go."
"Go where?" I ask
"Downstairs." He answers. I shrug. Got nothing Better to do anyways. We walk downstairs to see Bruce drinking coffee and reading a newspaper. Like always. And of course Damian and Jason would be arguing. Of course they would.
"Maybe if you weren't such an idiot you'd know!" Damian shots.
"What?! I am not an idiot!" Jason screams back.
"Yes you are Todd!" Damian retorts childishly. I raise my eyebrow at this. Seriously Damian?
"No I'm not!"
"Well. That's debatable." I interrupt. Everyone turns to look at me, while Tim walks to the kitchen.
"Yo!" I greet, smirking at them.
"Morning. I see your doing better." Bruce greets.
"A lot better. Better enough for training...?" I hint. Jason snorts, while Damian laughs at me.
"I'll take that as a no then..." I mutter, then glare at the two. Luckily Alfred walks in saving me from having to talk anymore.
"Morning Alfred!" I chirp.
"Ah, Young master Dick. It's good to see you awake again. You must be starving."
"Nah." I shrug.
"My word, you've barely even eaten a whole meal the last four weeks. You must eat an actual meal." Alfred commands.
"No thanks. Not really feeling it." I say, not really feeling it. My stomach churns at the thought of eating. I notice Bruce glaring at me.
"What?" I ask. He turns to Alfred.
"Alfred, when was the last time Dick ate?" Bruce asks. I turn to run to the door.
"About a week and half ago." Alfred starts. I'm already sprinting towards my exit. "Although it was only a couple of bites before he fell asleep again. He hasn't had an actual ful meal since before the accident." He finishes. I push myself towards the door. I'm so close. So close. But unfortunately I didn't see the fact Jason had flipped over the table, and was gaining on me. Well. This is going to be a disaster. Heavy on the dis.
All of a sudden Jason's now in front of the door, and I sprint right into to him, and fall to the floor with a thud and an 'oof. 
Denied!
I look up at Jason, who's Batglaring at me. Of course he is...
"Dick..." He growled. I don't even have time to reply, because his hand reached out and grabbed the back of my collar before dragging me back to the table. I sigh, as I pulls me up. I turn around to see two more Batglares, and an Alfred with his eyebrows up. Damn eyebrows.
"You need to eat." Bruce simply states.
"But I'm not hungry."
"You will eat Dick. You have to eat."
"No."
"Dick..." Bruce warns.
"No."
"You have to eat. Dick, your already skinny as it is. You can't afford to lose anymore weight."
"I'll live."
"Not if you keep this up."
"Meh." I shrug.
"I guess your eating disorder has come back..." Bruce mutters to himself. "Dick, you have to eat."

"I said no! I'm not hungry. You can't force me to eat!" I argue.

"You sure about that bird? I can force you to eat. I will literally shove the food down your throat. Don't test me. You know I will because I've done it before." Jason threatens. I turn to face him.
"No Jason!" I shout at him angrily. I push past him to walk to my room, and I got get a few steps away when a hand grabs my wrist and pulls me back. I gasp as I'm shoved down into a chair, and something restricts me from moving.
"Jason, don't you dare-!" I growl, but I'm cut off as a fork is shoved in my mouth. Out of reflex I swallow whatever was on it,  and I'm about to shout at Jason again when another fork is shoved in my mouth. Once again I swallow. This time I keep my mouth shut so he can't force me to eat. As long as my mouth isn't open then he can't force feed me.
"Open." He commands.
I push his hand off, and jump out the chair.
"Hell no. You can't force me to eat!" I shout at him. I immediately run out the dining hall, this time avoiding Jason. I sigh as I call into my bed. Stupid Jason. I lye there for a while, before eventually hailing myself up and drag myself to the shower.

----*Time Skip*-----
----*Shower Skip*----
----*Give him privacy people!*----

I sigh as I walk back into my room, in clean clothes, and wet hair.
I sit on my bed, wondering what to do. I consider going to the mountain, But Bruce probably won't let me until I eat something. Meaning I'd have to sneak out.
Sneak out... I look to my window. Well, I do need some alone time. I smirk as I open my window and jump out. Time to go visit Mum and Dad.

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I take a deep breath before walking into the cemetery. I look at the ground not even bothering to look at where I'm going. I come here so much I could practically walk around it blindfolded. I eventually stop in front of my parents graves. For a while, I just stood there looking at the graves for a while, a strong breeze blowing my hair around every now and then making it colder than it already was. Should have brought a jumper or something.

"Hey mama. Hey Tati. Sorry I haven't visited in a while. Got injured. Yeah, I can guess what your saying. I should have been more careful. But in my opinion I was careful. I was up against a new opponent, someone I've never heard of or faced before. Heh. Guess I've been getting myself in a lot of trouble recently, huh?" I laughed sheepishly, rubbing the back of my neck.
"So... Yeah. I don't really know whats going to happen... But honestly? I feel like..." I started. I thought about it for a minute. How do I say this?
"I feel like... Man, how do I explain it? Like... There's something more. Something I'm missing. Like I'm missing a big part of a puzzle... Like... Argh! How do I say this?" I asked myself. I could imange Mama telling me to just calm down and then take it slow. I took a deep breath and tried again.
"I can't help but feel like I'm missing something. Like I'm forgetting something important. This while situation? There's something wrong with it... Let me start from the beginning." I started.
"So basically around four weeks ago the team had a big mission. We had to stop an important shipment that could help build a super weapon strong enough to devastate the world. I didn't have much to do in the mission though. All I had to do was send the signal to KF so he could speed towards the fight. But let me explain to you why we had to do this. You see, the area the mission was taking place at... It was basically rocky mountains with constant heavy blizzards. But the mountains had some sort of rock or something, I-I don't know, that could block out communications. The blizzard didn't help with that situation either. It majorly shortened our communication range, and Miss Martians telepathy couldn't spread out so far. So we had to change our normal tactics. Super boy and Miss M were to locate the copter, since it was invisible, then Aqualad was to do strike the copter with his electricity. Once I saw the electricity I was to send a signal out to KF and Artemis. At least, that was the plan anyways. The plan almost failed because of him. I don't know who he was but it seemed like he knew me. He wasan excellent fighter. To be honest... I... I had no chance. He was just so strong. I could tell he was holding back a lot. But even so! That doesn't mean I'm just gonna give up! I'll get stronger than eventually I'll take him down! Still... There's just something about him... It's... I don't know... It's hard to explain.  But I can tell you one thing for certain. Things are going to get worse. I Just know it. I don't know how. But I can just feel it. Mama. Tati... I just don't know what to do anymore... I was already struggling before he came along..." I explained. By now, I'm sitting on the grass in between the two graves, picking at the grass slightly.
"Even before that man came along... I was already struggling. I don't know what to do anymore... I was so sure of my future, so sure. But now? I'm completely lost.  I always wanted to grow up and he Batman. But then the simulation happened... I sent my friends to their deaths. I practically killed them all. I was doing what I thought Batman would do. But... I don't want to be the Batman, anymore... I said the same thing to Black Canary. I don't know what to do anymore. I wanted to grow up and be Batman, to continue his legacy. But I'm not even sure if that legacy should be continued. No... That's not it... Maybe... I just don't want anyone to have to feel like making the same decision as I did. Bruce died in space. My brothers died protecting Gotham... The league died protecting the world. I sent my friends to their deaths while giving them false hopes, and not only that, but it was just a futile attempt. Sure, we were designed to fail. But still... I still made that choice..."

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"I knew I was sending my friends to their deaths, but yet... I didn't tell them that... Not only that. But then I wake up to find them all still alive and horrified, - scared, because of what I put them through... It was my fault..." I stop. Tears stream down my face but I don't make a move to stop them. I never actually cried about it earlier, sure I had nightmares, but I didn't really cry about it. I feel shamed at that actually. I didn't even cry about the fact that I killed all my friends, until now. Just what have I become?
"I don't even know who I am anymore. I know I'm Dick Grayson. I know I'm Robin. But which one am I? Personally, I think I've been deceived by lies ever since I became a Wayne. Robin and Dick are two completely different people,  it yet their the same. I just... Argh! I don't know who to be anymore!" By now, I feel like ripping my hair out. "I don't know what to do anymore. Who to be anymore... Mama... Tati... I need you now more than ever... I really wish you were here. I just wish you could come back. I really need you. I just don't know what to do, but yet you always seem to. I need you... So badly..." I cry.

I sit there for about 20 more minutes in silence, completely freezing, before I eventually stand up.
"I guess I should go. Sorry to bother you like that. But I really do miss you. I hope your doing well up there. I'll see you soon, one day. I'll visit again soon, okay?" I smile weakly, and look at their graves one last time before turning around and leaving.

I walk out of the cemetery, after making sure my face is dry and not covered in tears. Just as I walk down the road, I hear the rumbling of an engiene, and I casually look at it, praying its not Bruce or anyone else I know. I look at the license plate number. Nope. Nobody I know. There might still be time to get back before anyone notices. Although the chance is slim, I'm still hoping for it. I turn a corner, and stare absent-mindly at a shop. I look through the window, and see a little teddy bear holding a heart, saying I love you. I then notice the little mirror next to it. I look at it, trying to see my reflection. It doesn't look like you can see I've been crying. I sigh and turn around to continue my walk home. The clouds above me are dark, so it looks like rain. More like a storm with this cold weather. Suppose that's why the streets are so empty. I turn another corner and I once again hear the slight roar of an engiene. I turn my head to look at it, lazily. It seems to be the same car from before. Whatever.
I turn another corner. But this time I notice the car slowly follow. I narrow my eyes. You have got to be kidding me. I began to jog slightly, and sure enough the car speeds up. That's all I need. I begin to sprint down the street. I scowl as the car speeds up to catch me. Just my luck. I turn a corner. I notice an alley from across the street. If I can just go through that alley, I'll lose them instantly. I run across the street, only to have the same car come screeching around the corner, and swerving in front of me to block my route. I scowl again and head for the alley that's a little further up, but was on the same side of the street I was on earlier. If I can just get to that street in time... I can hear the car screeching behind me, and I push myself faster. I turn the corner into the alley only to be met with a big wooden fence. I could easily scale it, but I'd need a little more time. Which I don't have. I turn around, and face the car that has already stopped in front of the alley. A man probably in his late 30's step out. He walks towards me, pointing a gun, laughing. Greattttt...
"Well, well, well! Look what we caught here guys! We caught a Wayne!" The man sneered. I could immediately tell he's drunk. Two more men step out of the black car, also with guns. I could easily take them out, but right now, I'm Dick Grayson, not Robin. All I can do is hope for an escape somehow. I won't have enough time to scale the fence with them pointing guns at me.  But who the hell puts such a big fence in an alley?

"No wait, take a closer look. He's got green eyes. The Wayne brat had blue eyes didn't he?" One of them asked. That confused me.  Sure, Bruce's eyes looked different colors sometimes because of the lighting, but Me? My eyes were blue, they were always blue. Just how stupid are these idiots? Maybe their confusing me with one of my brothers.

"Nah, this one the Richard one. I think." He squinted his eyes at me. "Nah, this aint a Wayne Kid. His eyes are green."

Seriously? Idiots. The whole lot of them. They're wasted beyond anything I've ever seen.

"Well, even if it isn't him, we gotta get rid of him. He's seen us now." The one on the left said. My eyes widened. I needed an escape, now. The one closet to me cocked his gun.

"Oh well. There goes all our efforts." The next couple of seconds were a blur. I ducked down, and rolled behind a bin, just as a loud bang went off, and there was a bullet slamming into the concrete a second later. I closed my eyes, and waited for something else to happen. I heard a thud, a long with two more. Batman? I opened my eyes and looked behind me.

Im doomed. Completely doomed.

In front of me, there stood the man who attacked me at the mountain.

The man with the orange and black mask, with his back towards me.

I don't stand a chance.