Reminiscence - A Dick Grayson Fanfiction

Prologue

AN: Hey there! So um... this is my very first fanfiction in my life. Yay!

Just tell me what you think and if you like it, I'll try to update as fast as I can. The idea of it popped into my head one day, so if there are similarities with other stories in it I swear to everything that's holy ... it was not on purpose!

"Thoughts"

"Speaking"

General Text

Locations and Time

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Now then, on with the story!

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Three years before

"Stupid, stupid, STUPID!" What was he thinking? He couldn't just escape from them. They would find him anyway and take him back there.

He knew there would be consequences. Bad consequences. But it's not like it's his fault that his body acted on it's own when an other beating was coming... right? It was their fault for giving a kid a gun. Honestly who is stupid enough to think that THAT was a good decision?

He looked behind him. Yep, the bastards were still following him. There were five of them. He had to come up with something and fast! To his joy one of his pursuers fired a gun and the bullet pierced his shoulder. He let out a surprised shout but he didn't have time to worry about the bleeding now. He jumped from roof to roof then dived low, falling from the maybe ten story building he was on just a moment ago.

The ground was approaching fast but before he met the same fate as his parents, he shot his grappling hook and flung himself up through a window. His lip curled into a satisfied smirk as he heard a few crashing sounds behind him. Two down. Three more to go. "Don't they have a better hobby? I mean... collecting stamps or beer bottle caps, planting flowers or whatever. They could even babysit- NO wait, hold it! THESE men... BABYSITTING. " It was both a hilarious and terrifying idea.

His thought's were cut off as he felt an arrow graze his calf. "Shit! No time for this! Focus!"

He ran through the building and jumped out another window, firing his grapple and pulling himself up again. This building was quite high. Thirty stories maybe? As he set foot on the roof, the assassins caught up to him. Cursing he turned towards them.

"Oh, hello guys! Didn't see you there. It's a beautiful evening isn't it? Out for walk?" No words came from the masked men just another arrow. Dick dodged. "You could've just said no." he said wincing.

"You will come back with us and face your punishment."

Ralph Johnson. 36 years old. Dick hated this guy. He was especially creepy and annoying. And that was saying something considering the boy's life up until now. But he was on The List so he didn't have much time left anyway. He grinned.

"What if I say, no?"

"You die."

"Oh. Well, in that case-" his sweet smile turned into a grimace "Go to hell!" and threw a few knives at the remaining assassins, then turned and prepared to jump off the building.

Unluckily one of them reacted too fast and fired his gun. This time the bullet hit his back right next to his spine which caused him to loose his balance, fall off the high construction and plummet towards the ground.

This wasn't his day really. He fumbled with his grapple and clumsily tried to ease his fall. He crashed right into some cafe's terrace. He tried to get up but the world wouldn't stop spinning. Not to mention his body screaming bloody murder from the pain.

He rolled over to see if anyone has followed him, but there was no one. Apart from the annoying and panicked customers of the cafe of course. As he looked around, the incoming information overwhelmed him:

"Marie Belle, 22 years old. Has one daughter and a sister. Lives alone. Committed tax fraud multiple times. Easy target. Advice: throw dagger to heart. Tom Parker, 67 years old. Arson and money-laundering... Kelley Thompson. Murder... Jim Rider..." and the names just kept flooding through his mind. "Oh, this is so NOT whelming!" he groaned. Gotham really was filled with rotten people. Well, not like he was one to talk...

He now felt like Zitka had been step dancing on his body - for two hours at least - so he tried to wrap his injuries before he died of blood loss. That would be so troublesome. And of course really, REALLY bad. Black spots began to slowly overtake his vision. The last thing he heard was the siren of an ambulance.

"Well this is just great... " Then the world faded to black.

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*At the hospital*

The boy slowly opened his eyes and cursed. Who the hell wanted to blind him? He surveyed his surroundings and saw the medical equipment. Something in him cracked. He panicked and ripped the IV out of his arm.

He stood up and made a few steps to the door, only to stumble at first, but that didn't stop him from exiting his little room. "Yes, definitely a hospital." he thought. But why was he here? He ran down the corridor and tried to ignore the pain all over his body. Oh yea. Maybe THAT'S why. But why was he hurting? Was he injured? How?

He avoided doctors and nurses as he made his way to the exit. When he was sure no one was looking, he dashed out the double doors.

Who was he anyway?

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AN: So... That's the prologue! I hope you liked it! Comment if you want me to continue the story. ^^ I'll try to update as soon as I can.

--Update: small aesthetic corrections (30/09/18)

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