-Athena's POV-

Robin, the Boy Wonder, the Bat Brat, sidekick.

I had done extensive reading on Robin. Apparently, to my surprise, Robin was actually a boy. And not just one. There had been three Robins flying beside Batman. The first Robin, who had been the leader of a group of young heros called the Teen Titans and a leader of yet another group called the Team, was the most beloved one. He had nice manners and always seemed to be walking the line of justice and innocence. After eight years of wearing an extremely embarrassing costume, he decided to take some time off. A couple of months later, the perfect Robin emerged as the more muture Nightwing. Nightwing had a more stealthy costume with a blue bird symbol on his chest. He fought with his precious escrima sticks and defended Blüdhaven. He also chased me yesterday and enjoyed spying on me.

The second pre-teen taken up by the Bat was a little different than the first. He seemed to walk with one foot on justice and the other on darkness. The second Robin wasn't liked as much as Nightwing had been. I had watched the way he fought. He would sometimes take it too far, especially near his last years. Batman would be frequently screaming to his sidekick to step down before he killed the target. Pity. If Batman hadn't gotten in the way of the kid, Robin #2 might've made Gotham squeaky clean by now. The second Boy wonder hadn't been lucky. He was killed and never seen again about four years back, according to US Government file on 'The Bat Family'.

Finally, the third and final Robin. He had just appeared. He had started going on field trips with his mentor only a few months ago. He was a computer genius, much more than the former. I didn't know how much combat training the little bird might've needed before going out, but it was most likely high. This boy was similar to the Robin that had made everyone proud. He was well-mannered and always had a smile on his face when he swung from buildings beside his mentor. His costume was different from the other two Robins; it was more red than green. I assumed it was out of respect to the late boy that he had taken up the mantle from. This Robin walked completely straight, hand in hand with Batman, down a clear line of justice and expectation. Yet, the pressure didn't seem to bother him. He seemed to just enjoy helping make a difference in his city no matter what anyone wanted him to be like. He had become the leader of the new Teen Titans and was a member of the Team.

I clicked off my computer screen and sat down on my bed. I needed to find the identities of the first Boy Blunder. That was top priority, but wouldn't it be fun to find who all the Bat Family members were under ther masks? I didn't really have time to find out who the mysterious Batman was yet because I was too busy with the members of the Black Sharks. The man from last night didn't give me much information on the leader of the gang. He was, yet again, another useless member. I needed to book someone who was a bit higher up and would still be scared by me. I was rudely interrupted again by Nightwing. I kicked myself for not checking for trackers when I had stolen his little toys. I purposely started a fight with him just to see what fighting style he was using. I had recorded the whole fight. Nightwing had a style that was combined with many techniques including Karate, Muay Thai, Arnis, Taekwondo, Mixed Martial Arts, Keysi, and Boxing. He was taught almost all of the types of martial arts, but he mainly used those that I saw. The way he flipped away from me and swung around on the cieling couldn't of been any type of martial arts experience. He had to have experience in gymnastics or something along those lines...like me. Even before the League of Assassins, I had experience with flexibility and strength. I had been an Aerial Silk girl which required to know how to flip and pull yourself, two skills needed in combat. Did this Nightwing do anything like that?

I cross searched gymnastics schools in Gotham and Blüdhaven. Robin would've started when he was around nine, judging by his body type. I searched for members of the gym that had suddenly dropped out when they were nine. About fifteen boys had dropped because of a sudden move of disinterest. None of them looked like the boy I had met. So it wasn't gymnastics...wait! Duh, Athena!

The circus. I opened an old tab I had on them. The Flying Graysons. Yes, the Flying Graysons with their son who would be about nineteen now. I remebered the little boy's face on the last day I saw him. He had black hair and an innocent smile. I pulled up a picture of the first Boy Blunder. I looked at the faces. They were the same, except one was wearing a mask. I leaned back in my chair and crossed my arms with satisfaction. What had fueled Dick Grayson to become what he was now? I searched up the boy in government files. Death. His parents had fallen to their deaths in front of the whole crowd when he was nine. Dick was put in an orphanage, but was adopted by the rich playboy, Bruce Wayne. John and Mary had died? I had no idea. The event was about four months after my parents had been murdered. Did Dick know it was me he had fought? Did he knew that his friend from the circus was his enemy? Of course not. Because I wasn't his friend. Not anymore, anyways. I had changed so much that I wasn't a recognizable girl anymore. I had been trained and toughened up far beyond recognization. There wasn't any of me left for him to even find. Dick's records had been kept in the US government but I was different. Athena Thomas's records didn't exist anymore because she didn't exist anymore.

After I had completed my training in the League, I had to stage a little accident. I had traveled to Gotham and planted my cousin's long dead body. Ra's had recovered her body for that day specifically. Her body had been frozen and kept frozen for years. We had placed an undetectible electronic face changing mask on her so she looked like me. Her DNA was close enough to mine to raise no suspicions on her. We pumped a drug addicts blood into her dead body and decorated it with needle scars. Her death would look like a heroine overdose. I hacked into the government's files and deleted Athena Thomas from every database that ever had me in it. Assassins were sent to every place that held paper copies of my files and we burned them on my last day. The only records left of me were fake records from my cover up identities from all over the world. While traveling under cover in Russia, I was Marie Gerasimov. In France, people knew me as Francesca Vincent. Kara Schulz was German, and Sophia Flores was Spanish. I was sent on a mission in Australia and assigned the name Victoria Smith. If I went to a country that had a majority of english speaking population, I went with Victoria. Staying under cover was one of the most important responsibilities I had to take care of.

I stood up, snapping out of my thoughts. Dick Grayson was Nightwing. He was adopted by Bruce Wayne. It wouldn't make sense if Nightwing's adopted father didn't know about him. The way Robin and Batman had a strong father son bond was what everyone loved about the Boy Wonder. Bruce had also adopted two other boys, Jason Todd and Tim Drake. Jason Todd had apparently went to live with his mom while Tim Drake still lived in Wayne Manor. Did Jason move out or was he dead? The ages would add up with all the Robins...

"Batman is Bruce Wayne," I murmered to myself. It was all so clear after you find one of the Boy Blunder's identities. No doubt the fableded Batcave was located near Wayne Manor. If I could get close enough to the Manor, I would be able to break through the firewall on his computer and hack into it. But, right now, I needed to keep going with my original mission.

While I was out and about in the city, I felt like someone was watching me. Everytime I turned a corner or looked behind me, I felt like another shadow was following me. I hated that feeling. I used my computer to locate another Black Shark member. It didn't take long to find one. Jordon Best was a higher up member and he was in charge of training the new recruits. He would probably recieve direct orders from the Boss.

I climbed the side of his pent house and swung into his suite. He turned around when he heard me smash the glass. He had two naked women on his lap. I smirked and pulled out the dagger on my thigh. "Run, hookers," I growled, slowly stepping over to Jordon. The girls wrapped blankets around themselves and ran away somewhere else in the suite.

"I've heard about you. Luckily, I came prepared," Jordon pulled out a gun and shot towards my chest. I jumped away but his bullet snagged my arm. He began shooting out constantly so I hid behind the couch. I cursed quietly as I looked at my wound. The shadow that seemed to follow me was mysteriously not here yet.

"You're gonna regret that," I shouted. I knew Jordon was out of bullets. I stood up from behind the couch and grabbed him, tossing him into one of his wooden chairs at the bar he had. I pulled out some rope and zip tied his hands. He began struggling against the bonds but I just watched, chuckling.

"I'm not scared of you," he stared me in the eyes. I ran the blade down his cheek, but he didn't even flinch.

"You should be." A flicker of fear passed in his eyes, but he returned to his poker face. I pulled out a pair of brass knuckles that I had sharpened into claws. Jordon watched me, still making eye contact, instead of looking at the weapons I had pulled out. "Tell me who the Boss is."

"You think I will ever tell you who he is just because you have a pair of knuckles?" Jordon laughed, mocking me. I narrowed my eyes even from behind my mask and punched him with the brass knuckles. He spit out blood and his cheeks bled with scars from the claws.

"Tell me!" I screamed in his face and made a deep cut on his arm. He yelped in pain. "Now, damn it!" My knuckles made contact with his skin again.

"I-I can't and I won't give in to some k-kid," he coughed, blood getting on my face. I pulled out a small bottle of lemon juice and poured it on the cut on his arm. His face tightened in pain as he began yelling in pain. I put the dagger I held on his chest, right where his heart was.

"Now, you can tell me who the Boss is and then I'll kill you. Or, you can avoid it and I can painfully torture you until you tell me and then I'll kill you," I said, pulling out a match and holding it against his skin. He yelled as his skin began to burn and boil.

"I won't tell you shit!" He pushed his chest out which caused my dagger to drive itself into his heart.

"No!" I punched his face in frustration. He didn't give me any information and just killed himself. I cleaned my dagger and stuck it back into it's holder. Suddenly, I felt like the shadow was there again. I saw a blue bird symbol for a split second before it disappeared behind the building. So, Dick Grayson had been following me the whole time.

~~~Yes, my darlings, yet another extremely long chapter! I hope you guys like it, because I don't really...Nightingale is hard core and I hope that the way she found the identites of the Bat family made sense. Vote, comment, and follow!~~~~~~~