Batboys Oneshots

Who Are You?- Dick Grayson

You were going through your mom's things in her attic, she had sadly passed away almost 2 months ago. You being the only kid she had, it was your job to clean out the house and keep what was the most important. She had several boxes of old things you had a child, old stuffed animals, clothes, photos. Slowly, you made your way through it all.

Sitting in the living room, going fully through the dust covered boxes full of memories. There was one that intrigued you, it was a photo of your mother in what seemed to be a circus. It had some names on the back of it, in the same box there was a poster. On it was written 'The Flying Graysons'.

"Was mom actually apart of a circus? If so, then why didn't she tell me?" You ask yourself. You decide to investigate further by searching about it on the internet, first her name but that resulted in nothing. Then, The Flying Graysons. The second search was more promising than the first, it was a huge famous circus. Apparently, your mother was a juggler in it too.

'Why don't I remember any of this?' You think to yourself, the years these headlines came out you were alive. At least over 8, but somehow you couldn't pull anything from memories. You decide to call your dad, him and your mom had split up a little while ago. It wasn't hateful like some divorces. More like roommates just moving out, you were thankful for that.

The phone rings, your heart pounding in excitement with the new information you had just found out.

"Hello (y/n) sweetheart, how have you been?" You hear your father say when the line picks up.

"It's been fairly well, now I don't mean to cut things short, but I have a few questions about mom. I was wondering if you could answer them?" You ask him, he hums in response.

"Was she ever in a circus and why don't I remember?" The other side of the phone goes quiet until he answers.

"It was supposed to be a secret, something horrid happened to a couple in that circus. So, we all had to go into protective services so nothing would happen to us. Your mother never really told me about it, I'm sorry darling but I just can't really help you."

"Oh okay, well thank you for telling me what I could. I love you and I'll come over for a visit soon."

"Okay, bye honey." With that you were still left with several questions, which resulted in you digging deeper finding out 2 trapeze artists fell to their death during one of the shows. John and Mary Grayson, they had a son who survived though. Richard who was also known as Dick Grayson, he was about your age now.

It didn't take long for you to find out where he lived and what he worked as. The internet can be very helpful, you had traveled to Gotham to get the full answers of what truly happened that night. Turns out Grayson was adopted by Bruce Wayne, so people stopped prying into it. You had dragged along (b/f/n) to help you find the man.

"Okay, so your mom was part of a famous circus and you had no clue? So, now you want me to magically find out where a certain man works so you can go ask him about it?" They ask.

"More or less, yeah."

"Okay, sounds simple enough." They say before going onto their phone, if anyone could easily find a person. It was totally them.

"This Dick Grayson is kinda famous, (y/n) you never told me that he was so attractive!" They say and push their phone into your face.

"This is not the time for that, you were supposed to find him." You say back to them.

"Oh, I already did. Apparently, he is a police officer so all you have to do is go to the police station." Your jaw drops surprised at the speed of investigation and discovery your best friend did.

"That easy huh?"

It had been a few hours, the 2 of you had got to the hotel you booked and now you were currently on your way to the station. The moment you entered you could tell Gotham was a busy place, people trying to get to places faster than you could say noodles. A few times you had tried to ask people on where you could find Officer Grayson, most of them just ignored you and kept on doing their job. After the third time you had just decided to look yourself, wondering the halls looking at every different room.

"Are you looking for someone?" A voice interrupts your searching, you turn around to see a fairly older cop.

"Yes sir, I was wondering if you knew where Officer Grayson was?" You say walking up to him, he gestures for you to follow him.

"What's your business with Richard?" He asks.

"Well, he's an old friend and I have some bad news."

"Oh, well the name's Jim Gordon." He states putting his hand out.

"(Y/n) (L/n)" You reply, shaking his hand. The both of you make it to an office where the man who you have seen before sits in his chair looking over files.

"Hey Grayson, you got someone to see you." Gordon says to him; he looks up and at me. He gets up and leads you into the office then shuts the door behind him.

"So, what can I do for you?" He asks, you take a deep breath debating on how you wanted to open the conversation.

"Well, I was wondering if you could tell me something that might help me find something about my mother."

"Is she missing?"

"No, she's just dead." You say almost coldly then realizing the rudeness in your voice.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to sound rude. Just still getting used to saying it."

"It never gets easier." He replies, and it goes quiet for a second.

"What, um. Well there is no easier way to ask, what was your childhood like?" You ask and Dick stares at you in confusion.

"I'm sorry, are you with the press or something."

"No sir, just trying to figure out a mystery."

"I think you should leave, if you're just trying to ask questions about my parents' deaths then." He says getting up and opening the door. You open your purse and pull out the poster and picture. You point to the picture.

"That's my mother, and right next to her is not only you but also your parents. Excuse me for asking but I think I have the right to know because from what my father said we had to go into protective services after it all happened. I was hoping maybe you could trigger some memory, but I can't seem to remember anything from then." You say, not bothering to look at him. He closes the door and sits back down.

"How do I know you're not lying?"

"Her first name is (m/n), her birth last name was Smith, but she changed it to (l/n). My name is (y/n) (l/n), I even have photos of me with her if you would like to see them."

"Holy shit, I haven't seen a photo of her in forever. She would always sneak me candy when my dad wasn't looking, and the temper on you definitely matches hers." He comments, you feel your face go red.

"Sorry, I just really want to know."

"You deserve the truth but maybe not in a crowded place like this, how about we re-schedule for another time?"