He was just thirteen. He wasn't fifteen like his best friend, he wasn't near as old as his mentor. He was just thirteen, the youngest in his team. Yet, he was one of the most matured and most experienced. He had no one to blame for this though. He just supposed he matured mentally faster than his friends.

Who was he? That was a question he asked himself a lot. Who was he indeed? He was just a thirteen year old boy. He was apprentice to Batman. He was the son to the famous Grayson family before they were murdered off by a gang leader with loose ends to cut off, literally. Just one cut of the rope had sent his parents crashing down and had led to a life led by Batman.

He didn't hold that against the gang leader as much as most would. In fact, he didn't want justice or revenge. He just wanted it all to go away. It was never that easy. He hadn't bothered with it for four years now and he didn't plan to bother with it ever again. He had a team now. He had a mentor to live up to. He had a best friend to joke around with.

That didn't stop the questions though. No, everyone was always curious. He supposed they were. He would be too, if he was in there position. Besides, they had never seen his eyes before. They didn't know who he was. None of them. He imagined one day, he'd end up telling KF, but he didn't plan on it for now.

At first, he didn't mind having a completely secret identity. It made him feel special. He knew something that no one else did, besides Mr. and Mrs. Grayson, Batman and Alfred. They weren't here now though, so no one knew. Then he started getting those strange stares from his team when people asked who he was. The way they replied to the question was harsh, as if they were forced to say it.

Batman won't let him tell they would say. It's a 'secret'. He knew that they were angry at him for being invisible and unknown, but he couldn't help it. Batman wouldn't let him tell. It was their secret and their secret alone. Not even Megan would be able to tell who he was. One glance into the mind of this thirteen year old would produce nothing but dark storm clouds and confusion. That's all there was.

"Who are you?" he asked the boy in front of him in the mirror.

The boy had short black hair, jet black. His mouth was a flat line, as it usually was when he was serious. A pair of sunglasses shaded his eyes from vision. On his body, he wore a gray hoodie and some jeans. He looked like an average kid, but he knew he wasn't.

"I'm Robin," the boy in the mirror replied with a smile.

The boy shook his head.

"No, who are you really? What won't Batman let you tell them all?"

He laughed at how insane this was. He was talking to himself. There wouldn't be much of a conversation if this kept up. Besides, he didn't even know who he was. He knew his name, his age and everything along the lines of that. He knew what color his hair was, what his race was. He knew his favorite color and his best friend. He just didn't recognize the boy in the mirror in front of him.

"My name is Robin; that's all," he insisted, looking into the reflection of his sunglasses.

"What color are your eyes Robin?" he asked again.

The boy in the mirror put a hand gently to his sunglasses, but he didn't remove them.

"That's a secret."

Robin smiled at himself.

"I can keep a promise," he told himself.

Slowly, he watched the boy in the mirror take off his sunglasses. What he saw didn't scare him. It never did. The area around his eyes was a lot paler then the rest of his face. His eyes weren't abnormal either. They were a bright blue, almost a pale blue. He looked deeply into his eyes.

"Why do you hide these behind a mask?" he asked aloud.

He didn't have an answer. He just hid his eyes because his eyes led to his identity. He didn't want anyone to know who he was. He suspected it had something to do with the gang leader, but he never questioned his mentor.

"Because the world isn't ready to meet Richard Grayson. To the world, I'd be just another Dick," the mirror finally replied to him. "I'd be just an average kid and not 'Boy Wonder' or 'Robin'."

Robin picked up the sunglasses in his hands, but he didn't put them on.

"What's wrong with Richard Grayson? It's just another name," Robin reminded his reflection.

The reflection just shrugged. Robin continued to stare into the mirror. Sometimes, he wished it could give him the answers or just tell him what he needed to know. He wished there was someone there for him that could help him. He wished that Batman could be just a little more sympathetic, instead of using his normal, silent but deadly attitude.

"I'm no Batman. I don't have a super secret identity to uphold. I'm just a thirteen year old orphan. Why do I need to hide that?" he sighed, glancing at the sunglasses in his hands.

He glanced up at the mirror, hopeful for a reply. He didn't expect it to help him though. It was, after all, just a mirror. Mirrors don't talk.

"You know why. Do you really want the team to know that you're a thirteen year old orphan? No; and that's why you hide," he decided, fingering the edge of the sunglasses softly.

He heard a rush of commotion down the hall and he quickly slid his sunglasses back on. It was just in time too. He looked up to see Wally standing in his doorway, his red hair wild and messy as ever.

"Hey Rob!" he noticed Robin's expression and hesitated. "I didn't interrupt anything did I?"

Robin smiled and shook his head. "Nah. What's up?"

"Batman's here and needs to talk to you about something," the red head told Robin.

Robin nodded. "Thanks."

He watched the Kid Flash tear away from his room in a blur and glanced in the mirror one last time.

"Yeah, that's why I hide. They don't need to know," Robin told himself. "I hide for their safety."

And with that, Robin walked out of his room to go meet up with Batman.

No more, this is just it. Not a fan pairing, just a story about Robin and who he is. No, the mirror did not reply to him, he was talking to himself. If you don't want to review nice, don't review at all.

-FJ3