A/N: She returns! After a few months of a writing break, I 'vecome back with this new story that, well, I dunno. I like it, but then aren't all authors supposed to like their work? Anyway, the beginning stuff in this chapter is my take on how Robin left Batmans side. It's probably not right, but during the course of the story I plan on explaining why he left. So, if you don't like it, don't read it. Simple as that. If you do like, review. :)

Also, incase there are any people here who read "Enchanted Mind of the Blackbird" expect to see a new chapter sometime soon. I'm aiming for this month, but I dunno when exactly. My birthday is at the end of the month, so I'll be planning my party and stuff.

Annnyway, I've bored you all enough. I hope you enjoy my newest story: "Secrets of the Redbird" :)

Secrets of the Redbird

Chapter One: Good-Bye to My Past

Dick Grayson swung his red and black backpack over one shoulder, and looked around his room for the last time. Making sure he had everything he wanted that was of some importance to him and valued, he walked out of the room, switching the light off, and closing the door behind him. He decided to take one last tour around his home before he left it for good. He probably would never return, but he was okay with that, somehow. After all, his decision felt totally random, and... sort of wrong, like he shouldn't be going anywhere. But as much as he doubted leaving, he doubted staying.

After a half hour of strolling around, Dick let himself into a hidden room, accessible behind a floor to ceiling bookcase that held wine glasses and such. The bookcase was in a small closet sized room that usually remained locked at all times. Visitors were under the impression that it was to keep the expensive dishware safe, but that was not at all the reason. Behind the bookcase was the entrance to the Batcave, the very place where Gotham's caped crusaders, Batman and Robin, kept all their superhero stuff.

The Batcave would make anyone's eyes pop out of their head and make them shit their pants. What with all the super cool, very, very, very hi-tech computers, and gadgets and just the style of it. It actually looked like a cave where super-cool hero stuff happened. Plots and attacks and all that.

Dick walked over to a door and placed his hand on the pad next to it. DNA and fingerprint scanner. Nothing but the best to keep Batman's and Robin's equally hi-tech suits safe. He and Bruce must have had about three regular suits, and four prototypes each. Easily. Batman's took up one wall; Robin's took up the other. In between their suits were the gadgets that went in the utility belts. He walked up to the empty spot on his wall and put his suit back on the rack. It was his newer one that had a red, black, and gold design. Sighing softly, he began to walk out of the room when he caught sight of his old suit, his first suit. The green and red one. He raised an eyebrow; an idea was forming into his head. He opened up his backpack and made some room. He pulled his first suit down and stuffed it the backpack and then grabbed a utility belt and filled it with as many bird-a-rangs; explosive, freezing, adhesive discs; and smoke pellets as he could fit; he grabbed his grappling hook and bo-staff, also.

On his way out he bumped into the very last person he had wanted to: Bruce. The man that had taken him in after his parents were killed by Two-Face. So why didn't Dick want to say good-bye? Maybe it wasn't good-bye. Or maybe it was, he didn't know for sure. He was only fourteen, about to turn fifteen in a couple of months. He was still going to need a home if whatever he planned on doing didn't work out.

"You're leaving, aren't you?" Bruce asked, though he made it sound as if was more of a fact. A fact that he didn't sound all that surprised about. Maybe he was expecting this? Dick didn't reply right away; he was at loss for words, and full of doubt. He frowned, and took a deep breath.

"Yeah," he said, as he let the breath out. Again to his surprise, Bruce's face remained neutral. Actually, it had a slight frown to it, but that was Bruce's normal neutrality face.

"Well, I suppose I'll get your motorcycle ready." He said, and walked over to the large computer. He tapped a few keys and the central platform came up with Dick's Redbird motorcycle, or as he had come to call it, his R-Cycle. He walked over to it and turned to look at Bruce.

"You're really going to let me leave? Just like that? No objections or anything?" He asked, and in that moment he realized something: he had been subconsciously hoping that Bruce would put his foot down and make him stay, almost depending on Bruce to make the decision for him. And in a way, he did. Dick realized in that moment he had started to become dependent on the fact that Bruce was the adult. He looked at Bruce as if he were his father, that he would decide what was and what wasn't good for Dick. That was no good. You couldn't get ahead in life if you depended on other people making decisions for you.

"I think you're mature enough to make your own decisions," Bruce replied. Behind them, the door opened and their butler, Alfred Pennyworth, walked in.

"Ah, Master Grayson, are you going somewhere?" Alfred asked, with a pleasant tone. Dick looked over at the butler. In some small way Alfred had also made decisions for him. Like becoming Robin for instance. Alfred had somehow talked him into doing it without actually talking him into it. He encouraged him. In fact, he'd had many an argument with Bruce about that. They actually just recently had one, the night before, after they came back from dealing with some low-life. Apparently, he had been silent for too long because Bruce answered the butler's question.

"Dick had finally decided to leave us," He said, still in the neutral tone that matched his facial expression. Alfred looked back and forth between him and Bruce, as if he wasn't sure he should believe it. He gave a sigh and then nodded.

"Very well. I bid you good-bye, but do try to visit every now and then."

Dick nodded, slightly astounded that Alfred didn't have any objectives to this either. Maybe he was old enough to choose his own path. After all, Alfred may have encouraged him, but was he the one who decided to take up the role as Robin, the Dark Knight's squire? Ye, it was his decision, and now he had decided to leave and pursue something more fitting for him. Whatever that may be.

"Sure," He replied. He picked up his helmet, the one with the Robin on it, and placed it over his head then looked back at the two men standing behind him. "Later." With that, he revved up his bike and sped off into the night, leaving Bruce, a.k.a. Batman, Alfred, and the batcave long behind him. Little did he know that just because Batman's squire was gone, it didn't mean Robin was. Good-bye past, hello future.

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Robin jerked awake suddenly, slightly out breath and a little sweaty. He rolled on to his side to look at his digital alarm clock. Three thirty-five. Groaning, he rolled back onto his back and rubbed his eyes, taking deep and slow breaths to help calm him. It had been ages since he had thought about it. Even longer since he had a dream about that. So, why was he all of a sudden dreaming about the night he left Bruce? It was way too random to be normal.

Feeling nervous and suspicious now, he knew sleep would not come back so easily. Frustrated by this, he got up, walked over to his closet and got dressed. Slipping his mask on, as he trudged down the ever so silent halls of Titans Tower, Robin began to wonder what his dream meant, if it even had a meaning. He seriously doubted that books would have anything in relation to his dream.

He walked in the living room and was quite surprised to see the T.V. on and a figure on the couch. But it was only momentary; once he realized it was Beast Boy, well, the surprise ebbed away leaving a sense of amazement. Only Beast Boy could just conk out on the couch with their large T.V. on. In his opinion, the light alone would keep anyone awake. But, looking at Beast Boy, who was snoring softly, maybe it wasn't as bad as he thought.

Quietly, Robin made his way to the staircase that led to the roof. He didn't particularly feel like going up there, but it was more of a habitual thing. The roof was the first place Robin went after waking up in the morning, and since the sun would be rising in a few hours his body automatically took him to the roof. It proved to be a good thinking spot.

As he said on the edge of the roof, staring out at the city line before him he thought about how much his life had changed in the few years since he'd left the cave. He was no longer the "and Robin" in Batman and Robin, but the leader of the Teen Titans. Mind you it wasn't Robin and the Titans no matter how many crooks and "super" villains called them that. They were his team, yes, he'd founded them, but without Cyborg's father they wouldn't have a place to live. They were a team. If someone had a problem, they all had a problem. No exceptions... except for those one or two incidents. But hey, for being a team for a little over two years it was pretty damn good.

Robin was pulled put of his musings when he heard the alarms go off downstairs. Sighing heavily, Robin pulled himself on his feet and made his way back down into the living room. Leader or not, having to take calls at four in the morning was a pain in the ass. But, he and his friends had made a pact. If there was trouble in Jump City, they'd call the Titans and the Titans would come to the rescue. Getting little to no sleep was part of the superhero gig. But that still didn't stop it from being a pain in the ass...