Ma Poti Vedea

Title: Ma Poti Vedea

Author: felicityluvs2read

A/N: Okay so while I was on Youtube (my life) me and my friend watched a video called 9/11 I Miss You Daddy Tribute and Oh My Gods I cried so hard. But not only did I cry, I got the inspiration to write this about Robin /Nightwing / Dick Grayson. So I hope you enjoy!

Also I know Dick speaks Romani, but there's no free Romani translator so its in Romanian, you don't need to remind me!

Rating: Kid+

WARNING: CRYING I CRIED WHILE I WROTE THIS! YOUR RISK NOT MINE

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(Eight years old)

Dear Mama and Tati,

It's been a year. I really, really, really miss you guys! Uncle John is doing good in hospital, we hope he can get better. Bruce says you're safe now, in a beautiful place called Heaven! Aflie made your guys favorite dinner last night! And I ate every last bite of it! Even though I do not like squash. . . But that's besides the point! Bruce is teaching me how to kick bad-guy butt! He even let's me go to the Watchtower, just like you said in your stories Mama. Il get nightmares about the day you guys Heaven. I miss you guys.

Ma poti vedea?

-- Richard John Grayson

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(Twelve years old)

Dear Mom and Dad,

It's been five years. . . I'm in seventh grade now. In two years I go to high school. I really like computers because of what Bruce taught me, but English is hard. Everyone says I'll get the hang of it, but I don't want to lose my roots. I've made new friends since my last letter, Wally, Roy, and Barbara. Roy and Wally are older than me and live in a different city, though. Babs and I live in the same city, but she's older than me by six months. Bruce let's me practice acrobatics in the gym. . . I do tricks that remind me of you Mom. I don't need to sleep with light on anymore. The nightmares still happen though, not a frequent. But when I get them I usually get sick but I'm fine after a day.

I try not to cry but it's so hard. I really miss you guys.

Ma poti vedea?

-- Richard John Grayson (your little Robin)

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(Seventeen years old)

Dear Mamica and Tati,

It's been ten years. I'm in high school. I've made the honor roll. . . Last time I wrote to you guys I only had three friends, I have more now! We've saved the world a couple times but we've never gotten a thank you. I'm the leader of the Young Justice League. I've started thinking about colleges. Do you think I could be a police officer? I know you guys will be there at my graduation.

I hope you guys are proud of me. I try not to be sad, but it hurts. I could've saved you guys, I could've done something.

I hope you guys know your inspiration. I love you so much.

Ma poti vedea?

--Richard John Grayson

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Now you all must've realized something about these letters. They all say: Ma poti vedea? What Dick Grayson is asking is:

Can you see me?

Ma poti vedea.