Forgotten | YJ

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Author note: In this chapter there's a small flashback from three days ago, when Dick was thirteen. Anyways, I hope you enjoy! Vote and/or comment if you do! Remember to check out my new book "Behind the Mask: Rogue"

Anyways, here's the chapter!

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Bruce sat in his office at Wayne Enterprises thinking.

How could Dick have turned into a kid? Was it magic, or something? Some weird substance that could deage? Dick was already a handful at thirteen years old, how was he supposed to look after an eight year old that just lost his parents?

But he'd done it before. He could do it again.

He prayed that Dick was obeying, and still in the manor. Bruce knew the boy must be itching for something to do- he'd had an interesting couple of days.

Bruce decided that when he'd get home, he'd run more tests on Dick.

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Three days ago
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Dick was finally home after a long and tedious mission, but luckily they successfully did what they needed to do. The team put Professor Ivo and a few other baddies back in Belle Rev, and then cleaned up to head back to their homes- well, Megan and Connor stayed at the mountain of course.

He said goodnight to Alfred and Bruce, and then went up to him room to get a shower.

The hot water against his skin felt nice, considering he had the chills and couldn't seem to stop shaking. After he got out, he felt fine other than a bit of dizziness that would most likely wear off. At least he didn't feel like he was freezing to death anymore.

Dick got dressed and hopped into his comfy bed, glancing at the clock that read "1:43am"- good thing he didn't have school tomorrow because it was the weekend.

After what felt like minutes of tossing and turning, he looked back at the automatic clock that now read "3:27am"- almost two hours already?

He cringed.

'What the fuck?' He thought, feeling as if he needed to vomit.

Crawling out from under the covers quickly, he ran to his bathroom quickly, his stomach threatening to hurl. One of his hands gripped the countertop while the other held his stomach. Dick took a few deep breaths, regaining composure. Luckily, he didn't throw up- but that didn't mean something was wrong.

Maybe he could run tests on himself at Mount Justice? Bruce would fume if he went into the Batcave at this time of night. Besides, Bruce didn't need to know of his situation anyways. Dick could take care of himself.

Dick pulled on a sweatshirt, and opened up his bedroom window. After leaving the Manor, he ran down the streets of Gotham to the nearest zeta tube- good thing he was in shape.

As the zeta tubes announced Robin, he prayed that Superboy wasn't a light sleeper. He walked over to the medbay, about to open the doors- until something seemed off.

Then, he fell to the ground.

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Now
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Alfred left Dick so he could take a nap, and offered to make some lunch.

His dreams of chocolatey cookies, buttery pancakes, and kicking Joker's butt were interrupted by a knock at his door. Dick's eyes opened slowly, and he sat up with a long yawn. He jumped off the bed- that was way too big for him- and opened the door.