3 Part 2

Part 2:

Dick's POV

That's the story of how I ended up moving in with Gotham's one and only Bruce Wayne, the infamous Batman, and becoming his Ward. I also attended Gotham Academy as it's top student.

By night, we were Batman and Robin, the dynamic duo, patrolling the city and doing our best to keep Gothamites safe.

It all went well for the next five years but everything changed after I graduated. I told Bruce that I wanted to be a cop, a detective for GCPD, but he didn't approve. We had a huge argument, that ended with me quitting as Robin and leaving Gotham for Blüdhaven, where I became known as it's new hero, Nightwing.Bruce and I did eventually make up, but things were never quite the same between us. I did become a cop though, despite Brice's protests, for BPD and a pretty good one at that, becoming a lieutenant within the first two years.

I was aware that Bruce had taken on other Robins after me. The first, Jason Todd, was killed and then came back to life as the Red Hood. Then there was Tim Drake. He and I actually got on quite well and spoke often.

Then one day, a few weeks after my 20th birthday, I went to Gotham to follow up on a lead as Nightwing. I was interrupted, however, when I saw a kid dressed in a League of Shadows uniform attacking a man with a sword. I intervened just a s the kid was about to bring the sword, a katana I noticed, down over the man's head. I knocked the kid to the side and caught the katana, something I hadn't held for seven years.

I threw it to the ground and focused my attention on the kid.

"The psychos just keep getting younger," I chuckled.

The kid glared at me before rushing at me, shouting.

A few minutes later and the kid had been thoroughly defeated, tied up and gagged. I ended up with many cuts, the kid having got a hold of his katana again. There was something about the kid that seemed familiar to me, but I couldn't place it.

I phoned Bruce.

"I have a kid here," I told him, "He says he's your son."

"Bring him to the cave," Bruce replied, "I'll be back soon."

I took the kid to the Batcave and untied the boy, Bruce's son.

"So," he asked me, "what's your name?"

"Richard," I replied, "but you can call me Dick."

"I have an older brother, you know," the boy said, out-of-the-blue, "His name is Richard but he also prefers to be called Dick. He's also Bruce's son."

"Does Bruce know this?" I asked, turning away from him to get out the medical supplies I needed to clean my cuts.

"No," the boy replied, "I haven't seen my brother for seven years.'