Richard Grayson was at the graveyard in the funeral of Gotham City in the middle of the night when he was escorted by Bruce Wayne, Dick occassionally visited his parents graves but never did he have any company by Bruce and so this was the first time they both went together. Saddened tears were slowly fighting to stay inside Richard who always tried avoiding crying or showing his true emotions to others because he'd thought that his emotions were his weakness, however it was just a matter of time until he finally shed a tear and it wasn't because he couldn't hold it back in but because he kept remembering the way his parents died in front of him by Floyd Lawton - Deadshot, Bruce had stood behind Dick Grayson and was watching the young boy who looked awfully depressed but then again that's how Bruce w-is, Bruce never stopped thinking about his parents death and that had kept a depressed heart inside of him. A man who was 6.5' foot tall wearing a grey suit with a black tie had walked towards Dick Grayson who was on his crouched down on his knees, the man had placed his right hand on Dick' right shoulder, the feeling of his hand had caused Dick to feel a slight warmth however it was a few seconds later when Dick awakened himself up from the daydream which he was having about his father being by his side but really there hadn't been anyone next to him aside of Bruce Wayne but it was at that very moment when Dick lost control of his emotions causing weak tears to fall down his cheeks, Bruce had sat down on his knees and from behind Richard he had placed his arms around RIchard and hugged him in true comfort.
//Next Morning//
The next morning Oliver Queen had visited the Wayne Manor only to inform Bruce Wayne about what happened two nights ago with Slade Wilson, Alfred walked Oliver into the living room where Bruce Wayne was sitting down on his brown leather skin couch with the coffee table being aside of his couch, Bruce had stared at Oliver who stood up but seemed rather unconfident of himself when he right away brought up the subject of Slade Wilson.
Oliver Queen: We have a probem Bruce...
Bruce Wayne: Yeah I saw it on the news
Oliver Queen: His name is Slade Wilson and Bruce he is extremly dangerous!! *Oliver had stated with a serious tone to his voice*
Bruce Wayne: I done a bit of research on him but most of the reports about him don't even exist, it's like he's a ghost Oliver.
Oliver Queen: Well apparently I'm the biggest target on his list and you!!
Bruce Wayne: How do you mean *he looked rather confused as he hadn't known Slade Wilson personally*
Oliver Queen: You remember Billy Wintergreen? Billy was the last of the bloodline in Slade's family, I killed him when he was holding you as hostage...
Bruce Wayne: We're going to have to wait for his next move, we have to be ready because if we're not then we should expect the worst to happen.
Dick Grayson had locked himself inside his room where he was quietly alone, no one had disturbed his mindful thoughts and depressed heart, Dick laid down on his Queen-sized bed while his eyes stared up at the roof as he kept the reminder of his parents death in his mind however as much as he wanted to escape the saddening memory he wasn't able to blick once without imagining the spilled blood of his parents on the floor, Dick had raised himself up from his bed in his room and he walked over to a red backpack which had a logo of the letter R which symbolized Robin, a nickname which his mother and father had given him however he wasn't quite fond of it but it was time he wore this symbol to honor his parents memory.
Oliver had received a call on his ghost phone by a blocked number, Oliver however turned on unknown caller I.D. on the ghost phone to quickly find the contact number yet even then the number was still not visible to Oliver, he answered his phone inside the Wayne Manor living room where Bruce had given him some time alone, but instead of speaking Oliver had waited for the caller to speak first so that he could transfer the person's voice to his computer into his cave however the person seemed far too quiet and so Oliver felt obligated to answer first at this point 'who is this and how'd you get this number?' Oliver Queen had asked though his voice was distorted by the voice changer installed on his phone 'hello...' It wasn't a guy's voice more as it was a girls voice tone 'unfortunately I cannot reveal to you who I am however I am willing to meet with you tonight' he tried as hard as he can to recognize the voice on the phone but he was sure of it that he hadn't ever heard that voice 'we meet at the Gotham City Clock Tower tonight, like it or not' she had given Oliver no choice but to meet when she wanted and where but if it seemed desperately important.
The weather in Gotham City and Starling City was colder than ever, darker than ever but also more dangerous than ever, the strong wind blew towards the Arrow who was at the last level to the clock tower in Gotham City however it was a matter of time where he was kept waiting alone when he was still awaiting for the anonymous figure to show up, a few minutes later the Arrow had gotten impatient and so he looked around him to see if anyone had arrived but he was sure no one did show up, he was just about leave when he was stopped by someone who had spoken in a strong disguised voice.
Dick Grayson who was outside of the Wayne Manor while wearing his Robin suit with one piece he never wore, a black mask which included a built-in radio transmitter/receiver and a starlight night-vision goggles. Over a building next the Monarch Theatre Dick Grayson had patrolled that specific alley but he also made sure the area around was safe, Dick turned on the night-vision goggles installed through his mask, he waited for something to grab his attention when watching over the streets on top of the apartment building 'from up the sky this night city seems like a big success... A safe city but it's the streets and corners that makes this city so unsafe to others' Dick Grayson had told himself as that was what he believed to be the truth of Gotham City.
Finally the attention of Robin was caught when he'd witnessed two armed men with handguns had cornered a teenage girl, Dick promised himself that he would make a difference after his parents passed away but now this was just the beginning.
With the stealth attacks that was Dick Grayson was taught he jumped down behind the two armed men in silence with absolutely no noise coming down with him except the wind which rushed down after he jumped, with no weapons whatsoever Robin reacted quickly when he kneed one of the armed men to their right knees causing the attention of the two men to be brought onto him, Robin looked up at the two of the armed men while having both of them looking down at him with a glare.
Two of the armed men aimed their handguns towards Robin's heart however it was only a matter of time when Robin quickly reacted before the situation could get worse for him, Robin ducked himself down onto the ground and rolled himself behind the two of the men where he jumped up only to rotate his legs into a 360* spin and kicked the back of the first armed man on his head but that was only the first man who seemed to have gotten a concussion when he fell onto the ground and dropped his handgun, the second armed man turned around and speedily ran towards Robin who threw himself onto the wall and rebounced off the wall only to grab onto the back of the second armed man and Robin with all the ability and skills he was so far taught he pressed the palm of his hands onto the man and flipped his entire body onto the hard concrete ground, Robin released the armed man after he threw him onto the ground.
The armed man faced up at Robin who glared down at him 'w-who a-are you?' the armed man questioned Robin who was barely in enough strength to look up... 'I AM ROBIN'
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The Dark Knight: The Rise Of Heroes
FanfictionAs a child, a young Bruce Wayne witnesses the death of his parents at the hands of a crazed criminal. As an adult, Bruce travels the world seeking the means to fight injustice. He lives among the boroughs of criminals and thieves in central Asia. Ev...