Inside Bedroom...
Laying on top of his bed, curled into a fetal position, Dick Grayson laid on top of the covers while whimpering in pain and misery.

'Why? Why must the moon be up?' He wondered in his mind, as he turned his head to stare at the window behind him, staring at the blue-moon. Tears streamed down his face, as his Cerulean/Sapphire-eyes held grief and abandonment within them. 'It's just not fair, why did they have to go and leave me behind?' He then released his legs from his hold, got his feet to the floor, and slowly made his way towards the moon. As he slowly stride towards the window, he allowed his body to change. His ears going to the top of his head, his jaw and nose forming into a snout, his clothes disappearing and his body being covered with midnight-black fur, his hands and feet turning into paws, and a bushy-tail coming from behind. Now Dick walked on all fours towards the window and stood on his hind-legs, as he placed his paws near the windowsill. 'Tată(Dad), you promised me that we, along with Uncle and Cousin John, would howl after our performance to celebrate... Ai promis...(You promised...)' He then lifted his head a bit and let out a soft whispering-howl, allowing his tears to keep falling.

To Dick, there used to be a time when he would always think that life was always fair and peaceful for him when he lived at Haley's Circus. To him, that place is his Paradise, his home... His territory, his father and uncle would tell him and his cousin. And the reason they call the circus their territory and how amazing they can do marvelous on the trapeze, is because they're not actually humans. Nope, no human-blood whatsoever. Instead, they're one of the mythical creatures that people believe to only exist in stories and movies, but are not truly born as such: Werewolves. That's right, John Grayson and his brother, Richard Grayson, are Werewolves. And since both men were Werewolves, while Mary and Karla Grayson are humans, that made Dick and his cousin half-Weres.

According to his father and uncle, John and Richard used to live somewhere near the Grand Canyon in a pack full of Weres. And in every Were pack, everyone is given two names: One for their wolf name, and the other for their human name. Dick's grandfather, who was the leader of the Canyon Pack, was known as Iron heart in his wolf-form and Arthur in his human-form. While his grandmother, the alpha-female of the pack, was Silver Stream in her wolf-form and Helen in her human. They had nine pups together, counting John and Richard from their first little, and out of the nine pups Iron heart and Silver Stream had, John and Richard were the only ones who had chose to leave the pack to live and learn with the humans. So, when they reached the age of twenty, almost three years old in their wolf age, they joined Haley and the circus after secretly watching them perform in their wolf-forms and used their skills to be trapeze artists. That was where Dick's parents and his aunt and uncle had met, and where both married at the exact day after being together for two years. And during those two years, both brothers revealed their wolf-forms to the circus and the girls when they felt it was time to show them the truth about them not being humans. Even when revealing their wolf-forms to the circus, they still accepted them into their families and both Mary and Karla had proven to the men how much they still loved them. A year later, Richard and Karla had a son, and named him after his uncle. Though they too wanted children as well, John and Mary decided to wait for the right time to have their children, and after five long years, they too had a son, who they named after his uncle.

Remembering the past and what he has learned from his father and uncle, made Dick flatten his ears and whimper a bit louder.

'Why didn't I die with them? Why am I the only one who survived?' He asked in his mind, as more tears kept trailing down his cheeks. Before he could let out another whispering-howl, a knock on the door caught his attention.

"Dick, are you awake?" The ten year-old let out a silent sigh, who knew that Bruce would be coming over to check up on him. He then closed his eyes, and his wolf-form slowly turned back into his human-self. "Dick, I know you're awake. Will you please let me in?"

'It's a good thing I lock the door before going to bed, otherwise he would've most likely seen me in my wolf-form and... Well, I rather not think about that.' Dick then slowly made his way towards the door, wiping away the tears from his eyes and cheek, and then unlocked the door to let his foster-father in. Bruce Wayne came into view, as he came in and closed the door behind him. He also noticed the tear stains on his foster-son's cheeks, which made the billionaire worried whenever he sees the tear markings on the boy's face.

"Was it that dream again?" He asked, sitting on the bed while keeping his gaze on the boy who didn't move away from the door. Dick shook his head, lowering his gaze to the floor. He then heard Bruce sigh. "Dick, come here." It was a mixture of a command and a plea to the boy, and hearing the plea in the command made the child slowly stride his way back to his bed and sit next to the billionaire. Dick soon felt a hand go around his shoulder, pulling him closer to the man he consider as a second father, listening to the steady beating of the man's heart. "Micul Meu Pasăre(My Little Bird), will you please tell me why you are so sad?" He knows that the day of Dick's family's death was just around the corner, a mere month away to be precise, on April First, and yet his foster-son has been crying over their deaths earlier than he expects from the boy. He felt Dick nuzzle his face into the crook of his neck, placing his head underneath his chin and keeping his smaller hands underneath his own chin.

"I'm sorry," the boy whimpered. "I didn't mean to wake you from your sleep." The billionaire let out a heavy sigh, as he pulled the child onto his lap and keeping his strong-arms around the child.

"I wasn't asleep, Dickie." He told the boy, rubbing Dick's back with one hand and using the other to keep his head underneath his chin. He then felt Dick quivering in his hold, as if he suddenly got cold but the adult knows that he's scared. "It's alright, I'm not mad at you." That wasn't why the boy was shaking in fear, for he hears no lie within Bruce's voice when he told the child he wasn't mad or that he was still awake. It was the last question he asked him. Dick wanted so badly to tell Bruce about the secret he's been hiding from him, just as his father and uncle he done to the circus all those years ago. But alas, despite his free choice and will to tell the billionaire play-boy, he couldn't. It wasn't because he was afraid of being rejected, though that was part of the reason why, it was more because of a certain law he has to obey to.

'No matter how much I want to stop lying to him and Alfred, I must keep the secret from them and those who I love as my pack... Just like the circus were, and are still of my human-pack.' He thought to himself, feeling the need to sleep slowly coming in from the silent crying he did and Bruce comforting him. "Multumesc, tată...(Thank you, dad...)" He whispered, curling against the man who took him in for nearly three years of his life and nuzzling against his neck. Bruce smiled from being called 'dad' by the boy he thought of as his own son, for it also made him feel proud to have the child into his own family. Though, he knows that he needs to get the papers in order to have the boy be permanently in his care and truly be acknowledge by the Citizens of Gotham as his son, and sooner is better than later, before somebody else adopts the boy and takes him away from the safety of their home. He then placed a kiss on Dick's head, placed his right-arm underneath the boy's legs, and lifted the both of them off the bed.

"Va asteptam cu drag, fiul (You're welcome, son)." He replied and quietly took them to his room, knowing that the boy would want some company when he is deeply depressed or would need help to get some sleep after having a nightmare. Before Dick fell asleep and the moment he felt warm and protected by Bruce's hold on him and the covers of his bed covering the both of them from the Winter's cold, he could clearly hear a raven's cry and a wolf's howl in the wind from a long-distance cry.

'Hopefully, someday, I shall reveal Bruce and my new human-pack my secret.' He thought to himself, and then went into a soothing sleep.

Yes, Dick is a Werewolf... Sort of. Half, though, and they're a different kind of werewolf. And no, I didn't get this idea from Tears of the Moon 17. It came to me when I thought on how Dick is born with the spirit-animal of the wolf. Also, in mine, Werewolves age just as humans do, so John and Richard were not really younger than their wives.

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