The Phantom Robin

7: Sick

Dick's eyes widen as he quickly caught his twin. He pulled the other closer to him, quickly noticing how light and cold they were. It made his stomach grow heavy and his natural brother instincts to kick in.

Gently, he picked his brother up properly and hurried into the house. He could feel the others staring him down, silently demanding answers he wasn't focused on answering just yet. Instead, he moved to an empty room that was close to his room, everyone flowing behind him.

"Dick... Who's he?" Jason's voice floated through the air as said person began to take the unconscious boy's outer clothes and shoes off.

The suddenly stoic Robin paused, dropping the items to the floor. This was his brother. His twin. His other half!

"He's... He's my twin brother... Daniel Greyson..." Tears burned his eyes as his throat tightened. He really was there, right there and looking so small and pale. Was he not eating enough? Getting enough sun and exercise?

The room became tense and silent. None, but Bruce, knew that Dick had a twin brother. All any one of them knew was that he had lived in a circus with his parents till he was at least eight, the day of his parents' unfortunate end. That meant he hadn't seen his brother since he was eight.

"He wasn't on any record." Despite Damian's firm voice, everyone could hear the confusion.

"We weren't born in a conventional hospital or clinic. He was never part of our act either. He was... He was the phantom of the circus." Dick gritted his teeth as he paused in taking off his brother's dirty shirt. He then did that. It would do Danny's health better to get washed and put into clean clothes.

That was a mistake.

The heroes' eyes widen as they saw the smaller twin's body being littered with scars. These scars weren't very visible like theirs, but they all could still see them. The worst of the scars, this one being the most visible, was right in the middle of his chest, zigging and zagging with the edges being lightly burned. It crawled from his left arm, looking just horrible.

"What... What the hell did those bastards do to him?" The room flinched at his harsh tone. It was a tone that only Bruce had heard before.

Quickly, the billionaire stepped forward, pulling the young adult from his sleeping twin. His grip was firm, trying to remind him, without words, that he was a hero and that there were rules. The first Robin bowed his head with a scowl before it softened into a confused frown.

"He said he didn't know." His softened tone made everyone relax before they too gave a confused look. The other boy had said that before fainting. Dick looked up to his stepfather, his eyes demanding answers. "What did he mean by that?" He mumbled.

Before the world's greatest detective could even think of giving an answer, there was a sudden groan coming from the bed. M'gann instinctively used her powers to bring everyone across the large room and cloak them. It was a new talent she was learning, one that came in handy many times.

Danny lurched forward as they hid in darkest part of the room. He gagged and coughed, breathing sharply and heavily. He then covered his mouth before looking up, his icy blue eyes somewhat glowing before he made a dash toward the open bathroom.

Hunching over the toilet, the halfa gagged and coughed more harshly before throwing up. He winced as the only thing he was throwing up at this point was stomach acid, blood, and ectoplasm. Actually, there was more of the green sludge mixing in with the stomach acid than blood.

The Halfa winced at the sight, slowly pulling away from being hunched over the toilet. His breathing was ragged, and it was hurting his chest. Gently, he placed a hand there to try and calm himself down. However, when he touched skin, he jolted, looking down at his scarred body.

He winced again before shaking his head. The person who had taken off his shirt probably hadn't noticed the scars. No one at Amity Park did anyway. Not even Sam and Tucker!

Taking a slow, deep breath, the teen shakily got to his feet and flushed down the vomit. He then splashed his face and neck with cold water, cupping his hands to rinse out his mouth. He stayed hunched over the sink for a few more moments before looking up and around him. He held this confused look.

"Wow... Is this... A room in a Wayne's manor?" He mumbled to himself, cautiously pulling away from the sink.

Bruce raised an eyebrow at the boy's statement. The room was one of the simpler rooms there were, but it still held his "playboy" flare so to speak. Yet, the tone the boy used wasn't really one of the usual awe.

"A lot simpler than I thought..." He hummed, walking out of the bathroom as if nothing had happened. The boy still looked exhausted, yet wide awake as well. "Well... Less out there than the Fruitloop anyway." At the mention of that someone, a playful smirk crossed his face, one the made the group flinch. Well, except Dick, who was curious on the odd nickname.

Suddenly, there was a sharp knock on the door to the room. At the surprise of the knock, the smaller twin jumped into a fighting stance, eyes focused on any form of attack.

"Master Bruce, Master Dick?" Came an old, posh voice.

Hearing the elderly voice, the teen somewhat relaxed from his stance and made his way over to the door. He paused for a second at the handle, before opening it swiftly. The two men stared at each other for several moments before the old butler gave a warm smile.

"Clean clothes, Sir?"