Robin became the Batman's protégé when he was nine. And ever since then, Batman has been almost like a father to him.
If only Batman would know who Robin really was. But for all he knows, Robin has parents, a normal home, friends, goes to school, and Richard Grayson ... is dead.
How can Batman help a boy, who doesn't seem to want to be helped? And how can Bruce Wayne let down another child, when he still holds the guilt for not saving the life of that small, broken boy, he had wanted to take in four years ago?
-- Young Justice fanfiction --
-- Disclaimer: I do not own Young Justice, or any of the DC Universe characters. --
-- Credit for the cover goes to FantasyGirl809 !!! --
(I've been trying to ignore the existence of this story, you should, too, haha, same goes for It Lies In Our Genes. ;)
What do you do when you're a homeless kid on the streets of Gotham? Becoming a criminal is SO straight-forward, so how about something new? Dick Grayson and Wally West, or better known as Robin and Finch, are robbers with a seemingly random pattern and motive. But what happens when a Bat figures out it's not so random, and these teen-aged criminals are not as "bad" as they make themselves out to be? One Young Justice encounter later, and the pair fight for their lives; their lives as either criminals or what they can become.
I don't own DC or any references made in this. I don't own the beautiful story cover so full rights to whoever owns what. Also, Birdflash. Don't like, don't read. My first story, so please don't hurt me. Also, cursing. Mature due to that, because better safe than sorry. Thanks and I really hope you like it.