Almost two years ago I promised the readers of my Young Justice fanfiction, Merry Christmas! Or not, that I would write another Young justice story. Since then, the show has not only been canceled, but there's been a lot of things going on in my life (moving, getting another younger sibling, dating, life, etc.) and I've not had the chance.

In fact, I haven't been writing much of anything, part of that being placed under the blame of the cursed writers block, but in part it being my very own fault.

So here, with an apology to any of my wonderful readers who have been waiting, is my next Young Justice story!

Disclaimer: As much as I wish I could own it and make sure that there was another season (in which we discover the secret of the Speedforce and find out that Wally is stuck inside but can be saved -hmmm possible later story idea) anyways, yeah, I barely even own the plot, and not the characters or world at all, sorry guys. I'm just doing this for fun.

Gotham City

April 15, 1:50 EST

Dick Grayson was not legally allowed to ride a motorcycle on his own. He was also not allowed to go out by himself with no warning.

Was that stopping him? Not really.

He was riding on the very outskirts of Gotham, outside of the main city and along the country roads, where he knew no cops went, so there was no chance of him being caught. He was also speeding, so he thought it was a doubly good chance that he was safe.

Normally he never went out on his motorcycle as Dick Grayson, especially not when he was alone, but he was angry, and he wanted to get out of his house for a while.

Richard Grayson was the ward of Bruce Wayne, the billionaire owner of Wayne Enterprises, who also ran the company. He was a charitable man, and a wonderful father, however . . . He was also Batman.

Dick was Robin, Batman's partner. They'd been working together since Robin was nine years old, and knew each other better than anyone would have expected.

Which was one of the reasons that Dick was so mad.

Batman and Robin's mission the night before hadn't gone quite as planned. Robin had received a gun wound to his shoulder because he took a risk that saved a life. Of course, afterwards Batman gave him the "you could have been killed," and "you should have waited for me to come as backup" lectures, but Dick knew he was in the right. He'd saved a ten year old girl from being killed, and if Batman would have just listened to him, he would know that.

But no, all his mentor had seen was Robin's injury. Of course they'd gotten all the civilians to safety, fought off the rest of the bad guys, tied them up and left them for Commissioner Gordon to find first. They were actually halfway home before Batman had realized how pale Robin was, and noticed the blood, and after that he wouldn't listen to one word out of Robin's mouth even after both he and Alfred had decided that it was not life threatening.

Batman was furious, mostly because he was worried, and technically Dick knew that, but he was still mad. Over the past few months he'd been feeling a little bit restrained. He was spending more and more time with the Team at Mount Justice instead of with his mentor, as Batman sent them on and increasing number of missions, and spent more and more of his time as Batman alone.

This felt like the last straw. Last year Batman would have listened to him, wanting to know exactly how and why he'd been injured, but for whatever reason he hadn't even let Robin talk.

Dick knew he would be going back. He wasn't that mad at his mentor who was also his foster father. Bruce and Alfred were both probably incredibly worried right now. He'd basically shouted at Batman to listen to him before assuming he'd done something wrong, and then stormed out of the Batcave and down to the garage, completely ignoring the fact that his shoulder was freshly wrapped in bandages and both his head and his shoulder throbbed.

Thankfully it had been a glancing shot, Dick thought ruefully, slowing his motorcycle as he turned around, ready to head back.

It was likely that no one in Wayne Manor had gone to bed yet, and Timmy and Jason would want to know exactly what happened.

Dick was nearing the main part of the city when he noticed it. There was a chill down his spine that told him he was being followed. Immediately he sped up, one hand reaching into his jacket pocket for his utility belt.

He heard it before it hit him. A menacing crackle, a flash of blue light, and then a ripping pain as he was knocked off of his motorcycle, rolling several feet as the electricity rushed through him, and blackness crept into his vision.

Batman was going to kill him . . .

Of course, we all know that Bruce won't really kill him.

This is just a prologue, and the first chapter might night be up for a couple of weeks while I work on getting a good lead, but I hope you enjoy!

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