A/N: So…it's been awhile. And yeah, I deleted my old story. Why? Because I have zero interest in it, I wrote it 5 years ago, the sequel is never happening…and I've moved on. New fandoms; new things.

That being said…Young Justice! I have a few prompts saved from the YJ Anon Meme that I hope to be getting to, but…we'll see. I'm terrible with setting deadlines for myself, and I haven't written anything in years so I'm incredibly rusty. Bear with me; this is kind of a trial thing.

This will be a series of drabbles, 30 in total. Pairings will probably be 99.999% gen, although if it's different it'll be stated in the A/N for each one, and I'll be sure to update the description as needed. I'm supposed to write one of these a day, but with work and other things I probably won't. But I'll do my best to try.

Also, these will probably be all Robin-centric. Why? Because I love him, and I know him the best.

Without further ado, here we go!

Beginning

It all happened so fast.

"Excellent, Dick! You've been practicing so much; your form has really improved. One more time?"

I clapped my hands together, dislodging excess chalk and reached for the bar again, swinging effortlessly through the air. After a few motions back and forth, I let go and tucked myself into a ball. One, two, three…on the fourth rotation, I uncurled and reached for the second bar.

The sun was beginning to set. I could see it flashing through a tear in the tent fabric. I had been working for hours, and it was nearly time for the show. This trick, so difficult for others, had become almost second nature to me. It was my family's trick; we prided ourselves on mastering it. And I, at such a young age…

It all happened so fast.

I missed. The air flew from my lungs as I landed in the practice net, bouncing, eyes wide and staring at the swinging, empty bar. I missed?

"You must be tired. It's been a long day."

I climbed out of the net and walked out of the tent. I had to prepare for the performance tonight. I was hoping to join my parents in the finale.

"Mom?"

"Not tonight, little robin. Maybe next time."

"You have successfully completed the mission I assigned for you."

I stood straight, completely ignoring the grime and small tears decorating my costume. They were a testament to how hard I had worked to prove myself. I had exceeded his expectations tonight. I knew it. We both knew.

Outside, the sun was beginning to rise. Its rays would be shining through the windows upstairs. No doubt Alfred was already up and fixing this morning's breakfast tea.

"Very well."

My eyes locked on his.

"You may become my partner. What will be your name?"

"Robin."

It all happened so fast.