A/N: OH MY GOSH. I just realized yesterday that I had a FINISHED chapter that I FORGOT TO UPLOAD! =_= I am so sorry for the long wait on this chapter! I will definitely remember to upload future chapters in the future. XP
Well, I hope you guys enjoy this chapter!

Just a heads up the next few chapters might be a little slow to upload as well. Since it's Christmas time, and My grandma is coming from Oregon because of medical reasons, and I'm trying to edit my other story O Brother so I can start uploading it next year. So if there is a long wait on future chapters, just know that I'm trying. =)

Disclaimer: If I owned YJ I would have made this story an official movie or something.

The Batcomputer shone through the Batcave, the light emanating off of the screen was the only light that illuminated the dark cave, as it normally was, but there were a few things about the picture that were not normal. For one it was Bruce, not Batman who sat in front of the mega-sized computer monitor. He was researching someone's background as he did most times he sat at the computer, but he wasn't reading a criminal's background. That was the second unusual thing. He was reading about the Flying Graysons.

Bruce tried to resist the temptation to dig too deep into his once was son's background, but in the end, his curiosity got the best of him. Of course, he wouldn't admit that to anyone. As far as anyone else was concerned he was doing research for the mission.

It's true it had started out that way, but the more Bruce read the more he wanted to know, how happy had Dick's life been without him in it?

Bruce knew that Dick was content with his life after he came to like with the billionaire, but he also knew that no matter what Dick always wished to have his old life back, after all, who wouldn't want that?

Bruce saw pictures of Dick with friends and family. Videos of him during performances. Newspaper article about the Flying Graysons. There was no way to deny it. Dick was definitely happier with his family than he ever was with Bruce. Of course, Bruce had expected that, but it still made his heart ache. Dick had been the light in the world, he only hoped that he could get that light back.

Bruce raised an eyebrow when a newspaper article caught his eye.

Gotham Mob Boss Taken Down by 8 Year Old Acrobat, the headline read.

Bruce clicked on the article and begun to read.

His eyes widening slightly as he read.

Apparently, in this world, Dick had called the cops when he overheard Tony Zucco threatening the circus and the Flying Graysons act, something that Robin had always regretted not doing. It was because of that call that Zucco ended up going to jail and his family didn't fall to their deaths.

Bruce was almost done with the article when superman's face appeared on the screen of the Batcomputer.

"Bruce." Superman greeted.

"What is it, Clark?" Bruce asked not bothering to look over to his colleague.

"We are ready to head for the circus." The Blue Boy Scout informed Bruce.

Bruce Stood. "I'm on my way."

Superman gave a short nod of his head before ending the call.

Bruce quickly changed into his uniform and then caught a zate tub to the watch tower.

"Recognized, Batman 01"

The Watchtower computer announced. Batman swiftly made his way to the hanger where the rest were waiting for him. Batman, Superman, and Wonder Woman were going to go pay a visit to the Flying Grayson family. They had gone back and forth trying to decide whether or not to bring the family into the equation, but in the end, it was decided that, on the off chance that Dick wouldn't remember, he would probably cooperate more if he had his family with him.

Batman had been concerned about how the Graysons knowing might alter the timeline more, but John had told them that when the timeline was put back the Graysons wouldn't exist anymore, so their knowing shouldn't hurt the existing timeline.

Of course, nothing was for certain after all, none of them had really dealt with a situation like this so it was all trial and error.

At first, Bruce had wanted to go alone, but he was eventually convinced to let Clark and Diana come along. They were both big faces of the league and were generally known to be friendlier and less intimidating than Batman.

It didn't take long before the three of them were in the Bat-Jet on their way to Washington DC. None of them were particularly looking forward to the meeting. After all, how are you supposed to tell a family that their son is really a superhero and that they are all supposed to be dead?

Yeah, there wasn't really any way to make the conversation enjoyable. There also wasn't any guarantee that the Grayson would believe anything they said.

It was a relatively silent flight as everyone was caught in their thoughts, trying to mentally prepare for the quickly approaching conversation.

It was only a matter of a few hours before they had arrived at their destination. The Bat-Jet was put into hover mode right over the Grayson family trailer.

It was 9 pm, so the big show was currently happening in the big top. The Flying Graysons had refused to perform until Dick was safely back home, so they were the only performers who were over in the living area of the circus.

"So, what's the game plan?" Superman asked as they all stood up from their seat.

"We will give them the minimal amount of info. Just get them to come back to the mountain with us." Batman said in his monotone voice. "Then we will tell them the rest once back at the mountain. It will be easier to prove our position there."

The other two heroes nodded their heads in understanding.

The door to the black jet opened and the tree descended, Batman repelling by grappling hook and the other two flying down.

They landed without a sound on the ground in front of the Grayson trailer door.

Here goes nothing.

The Grayson family were all just sitting around the living room of their small trailer. Carla and Mary were cooking in the kitchen that was connected to the living room, Rick was reading in the old chair in the corner, John was fiddling with the broken radio at the kitchen table, and charlie was just staring out the window. Just by looking at them you could tell that everyone was just trying to busy themselves to keep their minds off of their missing family member, but it clearly wasn't working. The TV was turned to the new and the volume was low. The TV had remained on most of the time since Dick went missing, that was the family wouldn't miss it if there was any new information on the case. Of course, there hadn't been any.

Charlie stared out the window, lost in thought. He felt so guilty. He should have stayed with Dick while they were in the mall. Sure Dick wasn't a little kid, but he was Charlie's younger cousin, he should have been looking out for him. Charlie was only 2 years older than his 15-year-old cousin, but he still felt like Dick was his responsibility when they were out. Dick seemed more mature than Charlie sometimes because of his love for books and his slight introverted personality, but he was really just a little kid inside.

Charlie couldn't get the picture of Dick lying on the floor in a growing pool of his own blood out of his head. Why hadn't he protected him? He could have left the arcade to help Dick, but no. he had just stood inside the arcade yelling at his little cousin to walk faster. Now Dick was missing, maybe even dead. If they didn't find Dick Charlie would never forgive himself.

The young acrobat looked up at the stars, trying to find all the constellations Dick had shown him before. He hadn't taken much interest in them when Dick was trying to show him where all of them were and what they were called. But now he just wanted to feel like he was with his little cousin. He knew that sounded sappy, but at the time he didn't care.

H found the big dipper and the one with the belt, whatever that guy was called. Wasn't there one that was like a bear or something? And that other one that- wait. What happened to the stars?

The blond haired teen leaned forward pressing his face slightly against the glass. Something had blocked out the patch of stars he had been looking at. Maybe it was a cloud or something. No, it didn't look that a cloud. It looked like it was in the shape of some kind of a ship! Maybe it's an alien spaceship! This is so cool!

Charlie pulled his phone out and quickly snapped a picture of the shape in the sky. It didn't look like a normal plan because it was just floating, but it wasn't the right shape to be a helicopter. Charlie looked down at the picture, but it was too dark to see anything.

"Come on." He mumbled to himself.

"What's wrong, son" Rick looked up from the book he wasn't really reading to look at his son, who was moving around in front of the window as if trying to get a good look at something in the sky.

"I don't know," Charlie told him. "There's something in the sky but, I can't figure out what it is." He said confused trying to get a better look at the thing.

"What does it look like?" John asked putting down the tools he was using and walking over to the window.

"It looks like some kind of a ship. It's just hovering there, but it's the wrong shape to be a helicopter." John was about to look up and see what his nephew was talking about when there was a knock at the door.

"Hold on a sec and then I'll take a look," John said, walking over to the small wood door.

"Ok, but hurry. It might fly away."

The eldest Flying Grayson opened the front door, still looking over his shoulder slightly. "Ok, I'll be right there." He smiled at the younger boy, he got so excited about spaceships.

"I'm sorry about that, what can I-" John turned to look at whoever was on the other side of the door and Gasped. There standing in front of him was 3 of the most well known super-powered individuals in the world.

"Mr. Grayson," Wonder Woman greeted. "May we come in?"

"Uh Um." Mr. Grayson blinked in astonishment. He finally seemed to recompose himself.

"Um, yes, of course." He stepped aside to let the heroes in.

As soon as the three stepped inside all the occupants of the room stopped what they were doing and stared at them in awe.

The heroes looked around the small trailer. There was a TV that sat in front of a couch and an old easy chair and a bookcase to the left of the TV. There was a window on the next wall with a small window seat. At the end of the small window was where the breakfast bar, that separated the living area from the kitchen, started. The kitchen was small and had many cabinets. There was then a small wooden table next to the door. There was no color scheme and everything looked to be from a different place in the world. It was a cramped space, but not cluttered, very homie.

"You have a nice home." Wonder Woman commented, trying to cut some of the awkwardness.

"No. Freaking. Way." Charlie's eyes were as wide as dinner plates. There were three superheroes in his living room!

Everyone seemed to recover a bit from their shock.

"I'm sorry to be blunt," John Grayson began. "But can we help you?"

He was confused as to what kind of business these iconic heroes had with their family.

"Yes Mr. Grayson," Superman stepped forward, and all the eyes in the room followed him. "We are here to talk to you about you son."

There was a crash as Marry dropped something in the kitchen. She was by her husband in a matter of seconds.

"Do you know where he is? Have you found him? Oh please tell me he's ok!" She fired off question after question, only stopping when her husband placed a hand on her shoulder to calm her. Mary took a deep breath, "I'm sorry." She said after she composed herself a little.

In these moments, see how worried the whole family was, and seeing Dick's old home. It became so really. He knew that Dick had a family, but now he could see how real the family was. They were really fighting to take Dick away from this. No. Batman pushed the thought from his mind. This isn't the real timeline. We are fighting to save the world. Stay focused.

"So what is the information you have about Richard?" John asked. By this point the rest of the family stood close to the rest of the group, preparing themselves for the worst.

Before the other two could answer Batman stepped forward. He didn't miss the way CHarlie's eyes seemed to glow the closer he got to the heroes.

"We have your son." He said bluntly.

The family let out a collective sigh of relief.

"Is he alright?" Was the next question to be asked.

"He is currently in the medical ward at our base. He has been patched up, but has yet to wake up."

Mary and John tensed up again. "He hasn't woken up?" Mary asked.

"It's been almost 2 days since the shooting." John sounded a little panicked.

"He has been drifting in and out of consciousness." Wonder Woman clarified. Silently scolding Bruce for his bluntness.

"It is because of the pain medication our doctors have given him."

But that information didn't seem to calm their nerves.

Mary opened her mouth to ask another question but Batman cut her off. They didn't have time for this.

"If you would like to see him then you will have to come with us. We will answer any of your questions back at our base."

Charlie gasped slightly. "No. Freaking. Way."

Ow.

Why does everything hurt so much? My shoulders are usually sore after practice but this is a whole new kind of pain. Even the time I broke my arm didn't feel as bad as this. I slowly open my eyes. Woah! It's bright in here. I quickly close them.

Why is it so bright? Yeah, mom always opened our curtains, but the bedroom window faced away from the sun when it rose, so it's never this bright.

I take a deep breath and try to open my eyes, determined to keep them open this time.

Why am I so groggy? I'm a morning person, I'm almost never groggy when I wake up.

I squint against the light, my eyes taking a moment to adjust.

Once my eyes adjust to the strange bright light my confusion only grows. I'm not in my room, this looks like a hospital room. A weird hospital room.

Wait, why am I in a hospital?!

I bolt up in the hospital, or at least try to. The moment I try to move pain erupts through my shoulder.

"Augh!" I let out a small shout falling back into the pillows. The beeping of the heart monitor next to the bed speeds up and my mind is going a mile a minute. Where am I? What happened? Why does my shoulder hurt so bad?

A swooshing sound emanated from somewhere to my left and I turned my head to see a big metal door slide open, and in walked… What on earth?

Well, There you go! I really hope this was worth the wait! Please please please review! The reviews really help a lot when I'm running low on motivation. All of you who write know what I mean. ;)

Well if I don't update again before Christmas, MARRY CHRISTMAS!

Thanks for reading!

~Embur