Dick's POV

Zucco held me up for the team. I never though this would be how the team would find out my secret identity. Then Zucco ripped of my mask.

I heard Artemis gasp as she saw my bright blue eyes. She knew Dick Grayson from school. I could only imagine everything she was thinking about me now.

I stared a Barbara who had tears in her eyes and Alfred who pressed his lips together. It was my fault they were here. My fault all of them were here. And if Zucco killed them- I couldn't continue that thought. I will get them out of here. I won't let Zucco hurt them.

"This is your beloved Robin. Or should I say Richard Grayson. The last flying Grayson. The boy who couldn't save his own parents." I thought of my parents. Falling to their death. The fear in there eyes, that had all happened right here. Zucco had killed them, and now he brought me back to the place where I watched my parents die.

I felt anger fill me and I spun around hitting Zucco to the ground. I threw a batarang at the ropes holding Barbara and Alfred so they would be able to free themselves. And then free the rest of the team. I picked up my bow staff.

"You made a mistake coming after me Zucco. You've been so busy planing your own revenge, you never stoped to think if I was planing my own." I said in the low growling voice I heard Bruce use every night. Fear filled his eyes, and I felt a rush of adrenaline.

"You can't beat me boy. Your too weak." He said, though even as he said it his voice shook with fear. "Maybe I was back then. But not anymore." I fought him and he keep having to take steps back. A few more feet and he would trip over the first row seats. He must have realized that because he turned run away.

I should have stay with the team. Help free them, then we all could have gone after Zucco together. But one word repeated in my mind. Murder, murder, murder. And I could hear were my parents screaming. I chased after him.

Backstage was just as I remembered it. But Zucco no where in sight. Maybe he really had bailed. "Your so predictable little bird." I spun to where the voice came from but I felt a sharp pain in my back. Everything spun around me.

"Come on little bird. Let Uncle Tony show you something." I felt Zucco drag me back to the stage. I tried to stop him but everything still spun.

I wondered if the tent had also been so clean. I looked over to the trapeze and there they were, my parent's dead bodies. I looked at the stands to see the crowd screaming and run from the tent. And then back again to the trapeze to see the team, Alfred, and Bruce lay there dead next to my parents.

"Your fault." Their voices echoed. "Your fault." "No," I sobbed. The team, my family there were dead. I failed them. I turned to the stands to see kids from school. "Orphan brat- charity case."

"Night night little bird." I looked up at Zucco to see a barrel of a gun trained at my head. I closed my eyes tightly. What would it feel like to die? Is this how my parents felt? Knowing they were about to die and there was nothing they could do. My parents, I'll be see them soon.

Then a gun was fired.

A/n

I know it's a really short chapter compared to what I normally post. But I really wanted to end it here. So I did. So until the next time I post.