After Mr. Minos's death, Helena took control of Spyral and became the new director.

Dick would miss having her as his matron.

Well, that was a stupid thought. They were never very close in the first place. Helena was just an ally.

Besides, his mission was over now. He could go home. The only issue was that Bruce wasn't responding. It worried Dick to no end.

A while after Helena's promotion, Dick quit Spyral.

There was too much distrust. That was the case before, too, but now they had some strange body controlling elements going on. Dick wanted no part of it.

He could finally say goodbye to Agent 37.

__________

Bruce had amnesia.

It was so unsettling to see the man so... carefree.

Maybe it was... a good thing this happened. Bruce was a burdened man; he could never get his mind out of the past. Now, he he couldn't even remember it. For the first time in years, he wasn't thinking about the death of his parents, or the death of Damian and everyone he's failed to save.

He was just Bruce Wayne.

It was a shame Dick had to wear a disguise to talk to him, but it was nice seeing his mentor nonetheless.

As usual, the moment was interrupted.

The windows shattered, the glass shards flying into the air, as a woman using Spyral technology burst in.

She claimed that she was Agent zero—which was pretty cool if Dick was being honest—and said that he was to go back "home."

Ew. As if Spyral could ever be his home.

Still, she threatened to tell the world that Batman was Bruce Wayne if he didn't comply. That gave Dick no choice. He'd have to return to Spyral to keep Bruce's secret. Even if the man himself couldn't even remember it existed.

At least Agent zero also allowed him to tell his family he was alive. This opened an opportunity. Too bad he'd have to say goodbye way too soon.

__________

Dick sent a vague message to Jason and Tim through the Bat computer to meetup. He didn't say much other than that it was Dick.

Once he drove to the city on his motorcycle, still in Agent 37 clothing, he parked his vehicle and searched for two of his brothers. He found Red Hood and Red Robin on a rooftop.

"God, Dick," Red Robin breathed in disbelief. "It really is you. You're alive."

Dick smiled at him until Jason abruptly cut in with a sharp, "What the hell, Dick?"

The Agent's smile melted. "Look, I know you're mad—"

"Damn right I'm mad," Jason replied, talking off his mask to reveal his deep frown and furrowed brows. "We thought you were dead, damn it. Out of all people... how could you do that to us?" They had an unspoken bond, and Dick lying to them ruined that.

Dick let out a remorseful sigh. "Jason, Tim, I didn't want to do this. Bruce fought me and then told me that this was how I could prove myself and help. I wanted to come sooner but—"

"Oh, shut up!"

SMACK.

Dick hit the floor from the impact of the slap, his cheek flaring with sudden pain.

This wasn't how he expected things to turn out. Sure, he knew they'd be mad, especially Jason, but this was a little much.

"I went to your funeral, Damn it!" Jason barked. "Do you even know how your death affected us? It was awful, Dick. And then Bruce got amnesia. Things haven't really been all that great here in Gotham, and meanwhile, you've been playing spy?!"

"I wanted to tell you," Dick insisted earnestly as he slowly got up.

"You didn't have to do what Bruce wanted, Dick," Red Robin argued. "Us Robins stick together, but you forgot about that. Do you even trust us anymore? Can we trust you?"

"Of course you can!" Dick exclaimed. "Guys, I'm still the same Dick you knew before all of this. I know what I did was wrong, but you have to understand that I didn't really have too many options to choose from once my identity was revealed."

"Trusting us was an option," Red Robin said. "You chose not to. You chose Bruce instead. Maybe you have changed. I wouldn't be surprised after you've spent almost a whole year working for a spy organization."

Jason slightly glared at Dick, Red Robin's comment enough to express his own anger and thoughts.

Dick was internally panicking. Could they sense that something was off with him? No, no, they couldn't know what he did. He didn't want them to reject him. Well, more than they already were that is.

They're just mad, Dick told himself. Yes, they needed to cool off, and everything would be fine between them. They might be untrusting of him now, but that didn't mean they would suddenly be suspecting him of murder anytime soon.

So he told them the hidden message and left, moving onto Barbara, hoping her reaction would be a little less harsh.

It would be nice if someone gave him a little bit affection to show that he was missed.

"You're kidding," Batgirl sighed. "I can't. I literally can't do this, Dick."

Dick winced. "I'm sorry, Babs. I really am."

The redhead turned to look to peer over the bridge, a frustrated expression prominent on her face. "Of course you're alive. Of course you faked it all. Why am I not surprised? I should be, but I'm not. Maybe I'm just used to you disappointing me. And not just me, but everyone; the whole family."

Her words struck painfully into his heart. Barbara's opinions always meant a lot to Dick. They were close, and to be told off like this definitely wasn't what he was hoping for.

Maybe he'd always be a disappointment to her.

"Bruce told me to," Dick said. It sounded like such a weak retort to even him. So what if Bruce told him to? Had he really been that compliant? Dick knew it was a horrible thing to do to his family, but he did it anyway. That's was what he did, he burdened himself for the sake of his loved ones. Even if he knew they'd be mad.

It just hurt to have all that weight on his shoulders, and no one to ask if he needed a hand.

"Right, because you'll do anything Batman asks," Batgirl stated coldly. "You're still latching onto him. You really can't say no to him, can you? You've changed a lot, but in a way, you're still the same as when you were Robin."

She moved to jump but Dick grabbed her hand before she could.

She wrenched her hand away, but Dick quickly told her the hidden message. She nodded with silent understanding and jumped away without another word.

Dick didn't follow. For the first time since he'd known her, he felt like she wouldn't catch him.

"You're alive?" Dick questioned, his whole world stopping upon seeing the boy in front of him.

The same seemed to go for Damian, as his mouth was parted wide, and he was rigid in shock. "You're alive?"

They ran to hug each other, and it was the best feeling Dick had in a long time.

Then the hands embracing Dick became tense. Damian pulled away, his relieved smile replaced with a hurt frown. "Grayson," Robin said. "How could this be? You said—I was under the impression that you trusted us."

"No, Damian, don't get the wrong idea. Of course I trust you guys," Dick answered. "It's just that this was a huge deal, and I had to get straight into action. Super secret stuff."

Robin stepped back from Dick. There were harsh wrinkles forming above his mask, indicating that the boy was getting angry. "I know that I was dead when you joined, but if you told family, then they would've informed me of your situation once I came back. Then we could've helped you. Why do you insist on doing everything alone?"

"I wasn't alone. Completely," Dick assured. "Bruce was helping me out."

"Perhaps, but he now he has amnesia. What if you needed immediate assistance, Grayson? Who would you have asked?"

Dick faltered. "I—I—"

"No one," Damian answered for him. "Because you don't trust us. I thought you trusted just about anyone, but it appears I was wrong. You resemble father quite well in that aspect. I truly did think you were different—that you were our—my brother."

"Damian—"

"Enough. You've said your hello. You can now leave," the boy snapped, his voice hard.

Damian didn't understand. Dick did trust them. He just... he couldn't take any risks. But maybe Damian would understand that once he got through the shock and betrayal. So Dick swallowed thickly and, for the last time, said his hidden message.

"I see..." is what Damian mumbled in response.

"I gotta go, little D," Dick informed, using the nickname in an attempt to cheer up the atmosphere between them.

But Damian huffed and walked away without as so much as a goodbye.

What have I done? Dick thought to himself.