Reminiscence - A Dick Grayson Fanfiction

Chapter 9 - Of Monsters // Part 1

AN: In this chapter more memories of Reaper appear in the form of dreams. You'll also learn how he came up with the name Reaper.

So this is where my story and the series finally intertwine. Obviously I'll have to and I will change some things throughout the story, because of Reaper.

Also, from here on chapters will have titles next to their numbers and some chapters will be much longer than others.

Special thanks to:

Alizan1

- for being an amazing person and reader

ImpulseByImpulse

-for letting me use and change their Young Justice script for this chapter

Episode 1 (Independence Day)
Part 1

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Where the 'H' was he? It was small and cramped. A photo booth? What's that smell? Oh, okay so he was definitely in Gotham. The zeta thing worked.

He stumbled out of the booth and fell to his knees. "Well that was fun."

He definitely needed a good night's sleep.

He left the alley and looked around the street, looking for anything familiar.

His warehouse was on the other side of town basically he figured. With a groan he slowly started the long walk home.

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Reaper's warehouse
*Dream Scene 1*

He looked around. The familiar white walls stared back at him.

Someone was talking to him.
He couldn't make out any of their words or features, but when he tried to focus his eyes, all he could see was a white mask.

When he shook his head to clear it, the world seemed to tilt and the mask was now covered in spots of red, lights flashed and sirens blared from all directions, the sound of shouts and rushing footsteps seeped through the chaos. Then, as suddenly as it came, it all disappeared.

Something warm on his shoulder made him realize that there was a man standing next to him with a hand on his shoulder. If the pressure he was applying to it was anything to go by, his companion didn't like whatever the other person was saying.

The hand, despite its angry hold on him, felt comforting and protecting, felt like home. An irrational wave of homesickness hit him with a force that knocked him off his feet, sending him stumbling to the ground.

With a swirl of invading colors everything changed around him.

*Dream Scene 2*

He felt warmth on his shoulder. However when he looked at it, there was no hand this time. Only fresh blood. Still warm, covering different parts of a black uniform. It was familiar, yet he couldn't quite remember from where.

The room he was standing in was very colourful. Now even more so with red coating the carpet and walls. It was a dining-room, and the expensive tapestry and the glinting silverware on the table did a very good job at distracting him. It all looked expensive. He didn't know when the last time was that he'd seen anything this colorful, and it scared him out of his mind. It was absolutely beautiful and yet horribly horrifying.